Museum of Lost Souls
I sank my fragile being in delights of dew
Waltz on cheeks of people, through mosaic of eyes
I also whispered HIM, when He tried to rain
My secret bits of wishes... returning to the fields
I dove into abyss so to revive with grace
and let my deer absorb me surviving drought of soul
But Keeper of The Cage allows me only be
A maze of salty traces on lifeless eyes of beads...
for HGarvey Daniel Esquire's Contest "Personify A Tear "
written as a teenager and translated now ....
by: iolanda scripca
Copyright © Iolanda Scripca | Year Posted 2011
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