RIC S. BASTASA


Never Dead..... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

passion is
heartbreaking

yet there is
this joy without
possible
explanation

pain is
another

it is there
but with passion
it can be forgotten

words
beautiful creatures
white pigeons of
my illusions

mirage in the desert
moon at night above the oasis of
palms

softly pain kills us
but the ecstasy is greater

poem upon poem
flowers with unnamed
scents
showering deep in the night
inside your
dimly lighted room

passion is heartbreaking
the hours are singing

pain is there
but the art of this self
this isolated soul
is never
dead


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 16, 2013



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