from my forthcoming "Cream of wordflakes"
within the nebula of
spoiled immaculacy –
pastiche for the unconventional
winter of our words ,
snowing themselves like
strained flour –
cherry trees jewelry hiding
the dreams of clay
and the broken legs of time.
don't be afraid of my roots –
they're only meant to rummage
your tender grounds of sorrow
in search for living waters.
neither am I asking for your white
nor for your black –
but for that precise shade of grey
in which my name could turn rainbow
for you...
Poetry by Lilly Negoi
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Written on 2012-12-14 at 20:33
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frozen we are,within the nebula of
spoiled immaculacy –
pastiche for the unconventional
winter of our words ,
snowing themselves like
strained flour –
cherry trees jewelry hiding
the dreams of clay
and the broken legs of time.
don't be afraid of my roots –
they're only meant to rummage
your tender grounds of sorrow
in search for living waters.
neither am I asking for your white
nor for your black –
but for that precise shade of grey
in which my name could turn rainbow
for you...
Poetry by Lilly Negoi
Read 470 times
Written on 2012-12-14 at 20:33
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