Mihaela Pirjol Poems
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We cannot aspire to that which is already dead,
And there is no solace in delusion;
We should save the present for future memories
Thus, to remember we had a life we lived.
No soul which is born alone and dies alone ever pertain
To anyone, on this mortal realm of mortals;
Nothing we are, but an evanescent breath of air;
Utopian significance of being insignificant.
How a superbus phallus in carnal pleasure dies,
That ephemeral all these earthly passions are;
Like the face of moon from dusk till dawn
When sun replace its ardour with other kind of ...
from a potsherd,
an eye glancing at me
reflecting truth of heart;
i plant it in my garden,
soil fertilized with love;
from a thought,
a rosy bud
in velvet petals,
making me blush;
it flirts with my instincts...
for a dewy kiss,