Your eyelids lapse through my soul,
lashes explode in splashes
penciling the edges of my body!…
Long time ago…
you buried me in achromatic springs,
with smiles dismissed from heartaches.
My shoulders are chiseled
by your prayers…
… and the winter forgot
to reclaim its throne!…
I just count the seconds
touched by your liquefied syllables!
(Anca Mihaela Bruma — 30th January 2015)
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