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Through the retina, the sun burns
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I thought that the rain drops will wipe
the tear caught in salt crystals,
on the cheek burned by the sand of expectation
In the morning I woke up hanged on a horologe
of passion –
nether, underlie the oak wooden steeple,
the passerby shadows were looking at me
The sun that was born amongst dew droplets,
pierced my retina
always lost on the dim streets of
thoughts
You, nymph raped by the guilty wishes
of the love malnourish ones,
left signs of a beast on my back,
weakness awns
***
I built from paper
stairs whom I ignited
at the beginning of the second step
One morning I woke up with the sweet taste
of rain,
I bought paper made from oak wood
and started to write about a broad,
in shadows of words
Through the retina, the sun burns
soul’s stairways
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- Marius Surleac
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Marius Surleac. “Through the retina, the sun burns.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/marius-surleac/poezie/1796267/through-the-retina-the-sun-burnsComentarii (2)
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