ion untaru Poems

hills hills
I climb and get down
sand sand sand
I close my eyes
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A deep fire burns us directly
Zenith falls on beginnings
Warrior get back on their shields
Garlands of sparks, hundreds of maroon
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Beat me God
that more I sinned
that i pardonned
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and I do not know where are you
why do not give a sign of life
quiet of ice, whirl thoughts
from which a flower takes your face
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A rushed rain and disheveled grass
Cranes memories scream
Afternoon declines on a wing
Someone breaks the mirror in us
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Meadow gentle loosen
Green areas where they
Hear noise of the villages from
Then silence, anyway
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Hamlet speak
with Yorrick's skull in hands,
which gradually takes form of globe,
which blood drops are flowing from
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feed me with dark
and I'll hate the truth

take me the view
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- If you play longer
this ordinary violin
I will break the head
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with hands down the pants
housekeeper kept the broom as a weapon
knowing that in life has to fight
and scratched through her broken pants
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