a quiet lamb
in this cemetery of thoughts
a night that shadows
grass in black
a luring minuet
embossed on my mother’s neck
and sky…
my love,
the sky stays still
my lack of will
to lie inside this bed
of rotting roses
and the chill…
I love the chill of night at dawn
who’s killed the nightingale and why?
your lips are dry
shall I remove the stone you bear?
my love,
the sky has moved my pain
into the rain
26th April 2018, Constanta, Romania
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