Cristian Carcu Poems
|2.||The Broken Morning||2/21/2013|
|3.||Forever And More||2/21/2013|
|4.||The Blue Underneath||2/21/2013|
|5.||Le Grand Blanc||2/21/2013|
|7.||My River And The Stars||6/26/2017|
|8.||The Sharpest Claw||2/21/2013|
|9.||Love Is Fragile||2/21/2013|
|10.||That Beautiful Flame||2/21/2013|
|11.||There's A Story||2/21/2013|
There's A Story
There's a story among my humble people.
There's a dream in the walls of my shiny cradle.
That one day I will cry and shout without the 'me'
And I will fly, caught, in the claws of a raven's memory.
There's a whisper winding through my humble people
That in a split and half and in between eternities
I will crawl like my wasted death, and so it is,
I will walk daring the forgotten path of all the fallen Gods
And there's a truth killing all my humble people without the common odds.
That I will find myself naked like a dying star
While thinking, ...