Alexandre Nodopaka

Freshman - 993 Points (1940 / Russia)

My Roots Are Burning - Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Upon waking I felt your hand on me.
Mine was already on yours.
We spoke soft tactile language.

It has been a year of celebration.
Our union began in Hades
until you pulled me up to Heaven.

Your voice calls me.
You sing submission songs.
I will have no other bramble bush.

Topic(s) of this poem: pome

Form: Prose Poem


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 4, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 20, 2015


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