The Far Cry - Poem by Karina Lakeyeva
In craters of my moony pupils moans
And tears dropp in clepsydras. Nor clay,
Nor mind, nor spirit - only stocks and stones
Around falling into the decay.
I'm taking refuge in my dreams, they fuddle
When nights are spent, they cast a spell, they daze.
And I am stifling in a wish to cuddle
But facing that I cannot even raze.
Half-drowned in the shining sorrow's metal
I only have your reflexes and loom
But let my poem fly t'you like a petal,
My reachless height, my lodestar an' doom...
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