Luca Menin


At The Window - Poem by Luca Menin

My choking breath, silent run between the window
Framed by wild chestnuts' trees.
Murmurs of warm sheets cast away my body.
Balcony, sprout seeds of transparent fluid.

Mute you show me the world, so that I can make the tree sing.
And the birds' blow by the wind.
It exalted my desire, which cannot be neither confined nor not die.
Like shining night, reflected on cats' eyes.
Every time the moon shine.

Voices blow by the wind
Against the window spiffier, last fire soon death adores.
Of my breath, last sigh.
I shall disappear from the reflection of a sterile glass.
Contemplate with my sight the blue sky, and let it die.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 19, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 25, 2014


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