Mihaela Pirjol Poems

I love you

with the love, you
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The contour of the beloved's face

in the fluidity of your thoughts:
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Transfixed...

by the hypnotic laser
of your gaze,
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The annual withering of body;
Primeval herbage of my soul alive;
Transformed all by Time that's never tardy
To arrive, —interfering in my life.
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Rivers and rivers
of purple pain
spring
from hearts bruised
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I am sitting by the sea,
writing poetry.

Every breaking wave…
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there's too much beauty
to be contemplated with
such a broken heart—
but when you loved, you have seen
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my love at twilight—
an incandescent orange
extinguished in blue
night winds shake my memories
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‘Nature has given to man a disposition to pity,
and the power of comprehending truth.'

—Voltaire, ‘A Philosophical Dictionary, Volume III.'
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