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Poem Details
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| Title: | Awakening. |
| Author: | evnous |
| Date Submitted: | 11/21/2010 |
| Email: | efi@evnous.org |
| Poem: |
Waiting for the sunrise of an invisible sun, darkness of the wisdom’s unfortunate basis, he speaks about the theory of heart’s being. Wellbeing as it seems, provocative basic theory, almost thrown to a rubbish sack. He emerges the deepest melodies into his fingers, smoking the rush air, wasting his breath for enormous grey smoky fantasy he has totally forgotten. Amazing grace, majesty of the moment, eyes full of shiny tears, running over the invisible road of the cheeks, of the lips, of the breast that keeps the hug awfully broken. Broken heart, broken melody in the eyes of the ceiling, looking at the white sky, hoping for the clouds to hide him. If he could feel the melody of his own rhythm, how better our life would have become. How much better would the music sound in his ears and our mouth full of tears would hold the sun of the moon’s heart in its fingers. Amazing grace, through the melody of his grey absolute loneliness. Smoky, wet, dirty words rushing the best of his ear''s delusion.... |