Ori de câte ori Când mi-s urâte zalele pământului, mică mă fac şi fug în zbor când trupul mi-i rănit, mă duc în cer, aripi să-mi ţeasă din nou tu nu vedeai că eu am aripi eu nu vedeam că nu
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Teach me more how to love lies hatred cruelty stupidity hypocrisy jealousy pretence compassionless barbarism brutalism insolence ingratitude intolerance integrity-not fear … or better don’t! Stop teaching and give me your indestructible love all-melting fusion power the incomprehensible wisdom and purity of mind. Embrace me in your kindness and heal my wounded eyes. Live your
Source of image: Google The horse came back alone. No one behind, no one aside. The shivering grass cried. Approaching, he shortened his stride to the falling of croaks and the chirps of the wild, a symphony like an imperial tide, a rhythm of waves from a chaos that tried to soften his
Words falling like the tear drops hanging on the strings of hopes, words you never knew before falling deep into your core. Would you take them in your heart? Would you wrap them in some art you are calling poetry just to fight their bigotry? Sounds that sound like loving waves hidden in
You knew my heart had wings but no feet to step on the rock in your heart. Thirsty for you, I flew to the river. I couldn’t land but tripped on a pebble I swallowed and now the egg of our love I contain. ©Daniela Marin, 2018 My poem for the dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille –
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