Inner Poem by Dorina Neculce
Inner
I'm filtering my blood
In steam of time
Cups foam
incandecente
running around
daily
Covering with waves
My body
Endowed with new life
Like a feast
It's the new flight
Of the bird
In the wound
interior
Îmi filtrez sângele
În aburul timpului
Cupe de spumă
incandescente
alergând în jur
zilnic
Acoperind cu valuri
Corpul meu
Înzestrat cu o viață nouă
Ca o sărbătoare
Este noul zbor
De pasăre
În rană
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5/2/2024 11:20:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
thank you, very much, Lynnie Defelice!