Hermetic Poem by Dorina Neculce

Hermetic



my soul
bird not the sings
snatch
roots
through hands
prefabricated
(Tears of the Sun)
ignite
the poppies in
the blue fields
like on a lamp
of silence

Friday, April 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: archery
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life
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