Oman
I'll wrap around the silk of each day
until I will become core
to your time
I gather you up speck by speck
rumor
flutter
tear
I wait a becoming
bitter song
amidst the lips of the night
When the roads' arms
will embrace me
ripping my body
I'll sprout, shadowing the future
with your sky.
Copyright © Camelia Radu | Year Posted 2012
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