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The Echo’s Echo
When our past is taking a bite of our present and the future remains just a poor hope of forgetting…
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As you’re awaiting me
I listen to the silence of your waiting,
A melody without echo,
Within the missing of a feeling,
Like a spell without a cure,
And a poem without a poet,
Without any sign of a conscience,
They’re following me,
The fragments of a face I know too well,
A cut
Through the bars of a prison,
Beyond the sky’s shadows
Dangling
Abstract shapes
Of clouds
Falling down on my lips,
Stealing away my words,
Breathing through my breath,
The child of the child
That never was
And never will be,
The wave of the wave,
Of each and every one of our mother sea’s
Making a sacred bound with the Tear…
Better then you, knows me
It’s bitter taste,
The dead nature,
Out of the gulf’s inferno,
The light is my awakening
And the secret lover of the dark,
Your breath
Knows me
And as well the space
That’s crying out
The distance between us…
It’s true
Even he
Knows me better then you!
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Sorana Petrescu Felicia. “The Echo’s Echo.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/sorana-petrescu-felicia/poezie/97558/the-echos-echoComentarii (0)
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