Flashes from the flesh – 4 #poem

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nothing is left but

dancing with the willow tree

beneath the wings of nightingales

the space of tales for butterflies;

a breeze I crave to be.


becoming one

one with the air

an unexpected dissolution of my flesh

its holes, the empty space in every atom of my body

the I am,

the being beyond being

a flash of the intangible

the essence.


the architecture of the presence unveiled our love

our only meaning.


©Daniela Marin, Flashes from the flesh – work in progress

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