Stones

You die beneath my eyes. The wind that blows is witnessing my bitterness of breath and claws rake through my core like those of crows, in search for all the sweetness of your death. I touch your eyes, your vaguely beating heart – it’s all a dream but not my own. I lie and tell … Continue reading

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shoulder – sonnet

for you – and you know who “you” are 🙂 i cannot mend your heart. i cannot lie and say that what is over shouldn’t hurt. i can’t foretell how soon you shall convert the pain into an optimistic sigh. i cannot promise that the grief you feel will never come again to haunt your … Continue reading

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memento – tanka

do you remember the ladybug to which once i sang by your side? i recall the barn swallow dining on it next second.   © Liliana Negoi

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passing

May is dying – a slow and brilliant death, adorned with strings of forward insipid cherries and smelling like algae crucified on the seashore, a death like a heavy minuet to whose tempo cling, caramelized, seeds of dreams incongruent with reality. May draws slowly its last breath in our arms, crushing with masked despair its … Continue reading

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