Feb 5, 2013-02-05
And a fallen feather
A moment
A trail
And a fallen feather
Don’t recount all the stolen dreams
That fell on the way
Don’t try to capture
The glitter in my eyes
When I lose the restraints
That
My station in life imposes
Let me just give up
The pretence
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Let me just be
The sound of a fallen
Cap of a bottle
With which I
Played for hours
When I was a child,
The sound of half filled
Glass that I tapped
With a bent spoon
For a long stretches of time
Unhinged moments
Uncared laughters
Embraces without guilt
Kisses without curses
Live again, breathe again
Shadows were unreal
Hesitation was real
But the flickeruing lamp
Did not confess
His need for disarming
Was urgent
Why do robes cover
What is visible
Doubts do the rest
Let dilemmas
Dissolve my soul
Let illusions
Be the scarf
With which you warm your self
In this wintery night
But then came a strong breeze
Scarf blew away
The rain dissolved all the dilemma
No nothing was to be said
All left was a semi colon,
Stopping every time for a while
Before the river resumed
Its coercive drive against the rocks
On the way
Now, what,
Silent tears
No regrets
Just a rejoice
Live again, breathe again
Get on with the life
I will erase
All the marks
Of wasted ( really) tears,
If you say so
Do you?
in the abyss of nothingness
Why do snatch me from the throngs of a pain
And then throw again
In the abyss of nothingness
Why do you have to do it, asked
The butterfly
Beautiful, colourful
Young butterfly
But the cactus did not know
How to tell that every time
It flowers
Its life is constricted
It did not want
To imprint the sadness on the
Wings of the butterfly
She had a long way to go
And the bliss of all the embraces
Was not too long ago
The sea saw of life
Will turn the light some day
And switch off the other day
In the play of shadows and
Lighted walls
He decided,
He needed to run away
From the garden
Lest the butterfly complains about the cactus
Who was actually the one, gardener
Loved the most
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