Explosion
From Angels jump shrapnel,
The wise men of the time gathers them,
Then they hide them at the top of the plopar,
Or on the root of the mountains.
Explosion!
In the womb of the Cosmos
The Earth is born, the human is born
And the book of divine figures
Gather and share the life.
A human becomes a sham
Of qualities and defects,
Feverish starts looking for mystery,
But the roots of the mysteries
Are not of the man,
Are of the heaven
Are of the earth.
Man... Explosion!
Corina Junghiatu
Bucharest, Romania
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