White Shout Poem by Cristian Carcu
White Shout
In that glas of wine that we shared one night
your lips have frailly painted - as the breath of life
all the things I've been and forever might.
My friend, the White Raven, asked me at the end
" Can you bear to unlove her soul as the tree that bends
under the thunder's light can stand the shout of it's roots?
I never aswered and nor will I
until I'l see myself in her inner eye.
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