My Soul Poem by Dorina Neculce

My Soul

ermetică

sufletul meu
-pasăre amară-
îmi smulge rădăcinile
printre mâini
prefabricate
din lacrimi de soare
aprinde macii
în lanuri albastre
ca pe o candelă
a tăcerii


hermetic


my soul
-the bird bitter-
It plucks my roots
between hands
prefabricated from
the tears of the sun
light the poppies
in blue fields
like a candle
of silence

Friday, November 24, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: archaeology
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