Burden of the Light


The stings from
the bitter edge
suddenly dies down
to feathery dust
in this night of exil

A heart
quelled by the world
and filled with abysses
now senses itself
encircled by a gentle breeze

And the fled sparkle of life
plays once again in the eyes
that before had
resigned themselves
to nothingness




Poetry by Telesforos
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Written on 2006-05-20 at 23:02

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This text translates, in my inner sight, into a sequence of darknesses and lights, and expresses a sense of tired peace after heavy storms. Simply beautiful.
2006-05-20