Vision Of A Sentiment Poem by Lucia Stefanovici

As if it as a tow
as light she was
a tear clothing.
An archer
so strained it was sounding
hearing delusional.
As if it was a semi-god
so cutting, so heavy
the hand singing
Her skin
so remote it was
it was touching.
As if it was to be seen
so clear it was
a sight of not knowing.
A rebirth
so much being it was.
Pain.
Then...
As if it was...