Steam Poem by Stefan Markovski

Steam



I draw your smile
with the blood of some distant memories
- Almost reality it is.
Through tears and kisses
your eyes unlock themselves
winking beyond heavens with their stellar play.
All the grief in the Hereafter is
but a cloud of all the children's wishes
drank from silence freezing life itself
to become a steam.

Sunday, February 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life,time
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