UNTITLED
QUOTE: 'Poetry has only one reality: suffering' - Pocheco
Maybe poetry
Is a voyage to suffering
Yet on its way
It sees the sun.
UNTITLED
QUOTE: 'We are ephemeral. What came together did so only to split' - Pocheco
Little by little we split
Into the pieces we're made of:
The sky, the earth,
The solitude.
UNTITLED
QUOTE: 'Light- the skin of the body' - Pocheco
For me
Light is
The blood of our body
Trickling from our wounds.
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From 'Mad Mirrors C' - www.trilogyofthemirrors.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem