sâmbătă, 3 iunie 2017

come on

Dorina Neculce Obedeya

Come on, come on!
I am an object
well kept
No one touches me
In the darkness of the leaves
I was born as a look turned
upside down
With Deep veins
Surely in sunset
Ice man I tear the retina
Throw me in the side:
Come on, I say,
In my world blue
hell hounds rises
Literati drinking chill coffee
Playing a fate
like a  the small smile :
I resign, and say, come, come,
In my world of song
Sparks and swarming
Cemeteries are
In the thread of life
Knitting Illusions.

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