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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dawn – sonnet

“Carpe Diem” be still! the summer sunrise, nearly born, is hastening to flood with bleeding light the nakedness of Gaia – birds adorn the lace of clouds with their ecstatic flight. hush now and listen to the dying dreams as they are cleaving path through night’s remains attempting to avoid the blazing beams injected into … Continue reading

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