Waltz On the Pyre
your first kiss
turn flocks of birds
in thoughts
in blood
in the bones
they all create their nest inside me
as if I were
another season
or maybe they desire
from the poisoned fruit
escape key for those
who will ask me regarding
Immortality
in waltz step on the pyre
the flight is burning
the freedom
the longing.
Copyright © Elena Mihalachi | Year Posted 2023
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