Femina 8

Birds are
letters
in the sky,
angels
read them
and fly
with them-
we are the flock
from sentences,
read us,
reveal us!
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The pain
as a red
poppy
in the field
over there,
from the wind
from the wind,
from….
blown away…

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I`m passing
through the night
with desire.
I can`t be apart
from your
shadow
and your gaze,
your glitter
your silence
sink inside me.
I carry you away. *****

I love you
My violet
Shadow
Sea foam Turned into
Mist.

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Statue:
Her hands
are from marble,
they bend
from her
shoulders-
full of life
and brave,
cold
and fine
white fingers,
face,
glancing in
light.
You`re standing
right in front
of me
threatening
staring at me-
your marble eyes
sparkle
a woman
of Michelangelo.

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And you didn`t
Answer me
And looked away
Over there,
You turned your eyes
To the window
To the street
Why me?