To Alexandra
16 \ 2 \ 2009
Swarm of flying crows
Swirling around the bronze statue
In a static day before the rain
The fire burning in the barrel
Warming a homeless for a few moments before sleep
The pain heretofore
Is just a hot breeze on an autumn day
You will wake up to see the dream once again
Just an illusion
You will be living an illusion
Until it becomes your only truth
3 comments:
as I told U
the last sentence had my attention and affected me a lot
but really as a whole poem..it is a nice one
go on
Some artists paint abstract emotions...Sami is the clever artist with the pen summoning you to think. Like a really good song I can listen to in any context (good or bad), this poem is kind of like that song. It is the moment of relief you get from the first drag off of a cigarette. It is the moment you realize you are...human.
so impressive .. I didn't know that you are writing poetry ...
" the illusion ... becomes the truth"
... it is so true .. .. ..
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