Gramophone in the hands left
as emptiness edges
on the cold ember of pelargoniums
no weiting, enduring the perfume's agony
these dawns with innocent tears
wouldn't have a sense in the world
burning sounds searching for you
through the contour of my fickle shadow
unfinished dance
dance drawn from the white sheet
in the morning's gate
and the error of the minute hand on the heart's
beats
when I pass from an absence of thoughts
into another
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Ioana Geier.
Published on e-Stories.org on 24.03.2010.
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