The Cycle of the Genesis
The same mask
firmly held on the face
with a strong wrist,
no chills, no regrets, no shaking!
Nights in turn I wondered,
what is hidden behind the mask,
to discover: Nothing!
He had no face, only a strong hand,
a mask, contradictory feelings
and fashon´s weaknesses.
For the human condition,
Genesis is cyclically repeated
genesis gives birth to beginnings
genesis gives birth to the ends, too
Corina Junghiatu
Bucharest, Romania
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