Very heavy beside the vapors

Strange and quiet behind the fire

You taste odorous virgins above the mud

Be wary! The bastard is hard

So misty within the flowers

We stroke mournful graves behind the vapors

Be transparent. The Queen is hard

Very heavy beside the vapors

You summon evil whorls within the earth

Ahhh! The day never ends

open-eyed tired

crossing the frontier

an old passport

Down what streets

the traveller

take another road

and find road-signs

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3 Comments

  1. Each one of poetry is stirring something inside… Its amazing how you create visual images with such few words which leave you shaken… awaiting the next one!

  2. Yes you are taking your poetry on another leval.

    Love the concept

    And i am really a great fan of your writing

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