Best Minaret Poems

Russian balls 

Russian 

Glass 

Atop 

Spires 

 

Orthodox 

Spine 

Tingling 

Last 

Breath 

 

Car 

Exhaust 

Counting 

Change 

Pink 

Carpet 

Gold 

Entrusted 

Box 

Open 

And 

Dark 

 

One more onion in the broth 

Make the sign of the cross...

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For the umpteenth time, 
the sun flares its solaris routines.

Painting the stroke of a wolf's tail,
as a sign of dawn.

Its color rises straight up, 
as if tickling the sky.

Mouthpieces of minaret sound faintly, 
racing with the air swirling.

Sometimes major, sometimes minor,
beautiful as if the waves...

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