bacila simona

22 Minutes - Poem by bacila simona

Your voice put clothes on my body
as I was shivering in cold so steady,
with hands frozen in a mantle of ice,
feet covered in snow near my face.

Your voice feed me with fruits of passion
as I was dying gently near starvation
in world of dark ghosts painted on wall,
they bit cu teeth and wait for me to fall.

Your voice tranform eyes in diamonds
bring sparkle of forgotten sands,
where I once steped as eternal traveler,
through entire history of a lover.

Your voice turn being into a wonder
as I reveal into a blossom flower
and carry within the mistery of life,
too far away by the cut of sharp knife.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

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