shields

Find me a mantle to wrap in it all the white of our days and the black of our nights. Find me such a cloak that would deny, with its imperviousness, sand’s access to our unspoken words, so that whatever sound still crawls along my skin yet shivering with reminisces of tenderness from our youth, … Continue reading

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Tolls to sand

My hand fractures a breeze of wind, not allowing it to reach a dying rose. Don’t judge me wrong – it’s not kindness that drives my gesture, for it’s not like the wind’s absence would alleviate somehow the flower’s fading. It’s pure selfishness behind my move, raw and overflowing with rapacity, for I want that … Continue reading

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