Wild Horses Poem by IOANA TRICA
Wild Horses
Someone was whispering in my right ear:
In a life without aim
We can escape
Chasing the perpetual movement
Of the inner self to the center …
All around me
Spheres were turning
Spaces were delineated
Desires were burned down to ashes
Smoke and the absurd
Of the present moment
Darken
The memory of a time
Where wild horses
Were grazing freely
The ember tasting graze
Caii salbatici.Translate in English for Rosalba Valle
Smoke and the absurd Of the present moment Darken The memory of a time Where wild horses Were grazing freely The ember tasting graze a roamntic poem and done in a sweet storical type..liked it and the way you did this poem is fantastic and meaningful..well done...and hope you never stop writing more poems..10/10
Darken The memory of a time Where wild horses Were grazing freely The ember tasting graze as cryptic as the origin of your name from 'John'
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4/19/2024 8:21:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
wonderful cognitive metaphor: ''Smoke and the absurd Of the present moment Darken The memory of a time'' and an excellent surrealistic poem.....10+++++ from Mari