Leila Samarrai


The Signs Along The Path Are The Only Thing Left For You - Poem by Leila Samarrai

You do not grasp – the spilled blood is chiming
From unveiling you wrongfully dread
In agony of you yourself
While we pine atop Grecian terraces.

Daughter
Still rivers are audible in endeavor
And at that conjoined

In mirrors is the road to land of dead
And worshippers of the chronometer
And the unachievable bloom of summer

Put the pigeon on the fire my daughter
We are going to satiate ourselves
Grasshoppers as well my daughter
Before they abandon us through the windows

I forefeel that the unreliable man
quiets his breath and embarks on the way
of Beauty, Ordinance and Wars

The signs along the path are the only thing left for you

Topic(s) of this poem: path

Form: Lyric


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 11, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, December 11, 2015


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