hearts-over-the-rainbow
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Marius Surleac
I run over the seas and dive in the skylines burnt by the fires of hell the night that will come with all its whispers will embrace us I find myself on pathways the dance taking shape in my...
today dig under me with your bare hands until you’ll pass the ribs you’ll lose half of your soul the blood will spread over the knees and within hair, emotions will be...
Through your thighs the Tour Eiffel, l\'Arc de Triomphe can be seen and the vicious crowd that trample each other as to the sky – thus, living on big foot, alongside you I can visit the...
The single spot surrounding and filling us all is the omniscient presence that takes us far away to the fairylands, through blue skies, where there are no borders, no wars – but peace floating...
falling star on the sky brings two hands together; an angel starts to fly toward the great Aether
I bite with strong desire the apple that you brought my heart feels now its fire my soul is left to rot
do you think I’ll keep my mouth shut when you let me no possibilities to express my nasty personality? when I look beyond my shoulder I see only darkness and bleeding wounds on the dried hearts,...
my days had leaked under my knees, where the waves had wiped out every second that you forgot in the sight’s infinite – when leaving you left me nothing but a wreath of dry leaves in the...
The words I wrote on the sky with stars instead of blue ink - signs of my heart\'s vibrations on top of this soul
Ice flowers’ burning existence in their journey to death reached under the smoothness of your bare footsteps and sudden got melt Pine tree arrows’ tremendously flight on top of your...
Throwing the smooth clothes, burning the heart that remained without silence in solid echoes, she came from nowhere, from black and white, now and never Her bosoms I touched became one with the...
flowers caught by the eye – sun scatters his arrows in the heart of trees; and leave in my body, a forceful disease
deep down underneath - a seahorse is the servant for his tiny ones
Only the noise of my steps, falling in the mist of the night, shy under the petals of the Universe Moon is the female hunting the lions in a desert of peace Fingers stealing the notes from a...
Wind blushes cheeks, lost smile keeps the old whisks frozen Her face amazed by the dazed eye. Confused beliefs found in the night; cross my sight … the last fight invoked by the warmed...
I start under terrestrial pleasure scent and I sleep at the spring from inside a thought I search you under rupestre petal, through angels\' feathers flowing down to the Earth I pass, waiting...
I\'ve opened the window to spot the sunrise and I saw you I\'ve bent myself to feel the nature and I discerned your silhouette Then I\'ve opened the door to look for my joy and I found you I\'ve...
I march with my naked eyes on your glass body – not to bump into your skin but to feel your crystal spirit I see your soul inside like a mummy, hiding under the files of the air that we both...
Falling apart I could see her … drained on the broken glass! I took a closer look and she, multiplied, was stabbed in my back – I could see her walking, eating and sleeping … in the same...
Poetry is the punch in the keys and must be felt by the hearth and slashed by the brain Is the leaf that falls from the tree but never reaches the ground Poetry means war in a smear drawn by...
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