You and I

Written by: Ovidiu Bocsa

Mirror 
Of my heart,
desert of colours`
voluntary prisoner;
 angel walking along the crystalline bridge
counting the fluorescent steps of Fancy`s Fairy…

 If I think, I really am... driven away from Plato`s fortress
 holding that surreptitious perfume of the unforgettable horizons…

 If the hell means the others… honestly, I agree we would like to be our own paradise