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Septimiu Moldovan Poem
I can`t recognize
this slimy, opaque reality…
wait, I forgot to clean my glasses
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haiku, a bonsai
cut words and roots, plant images
in mind, strained-glass
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light a match
then, life burns and eats
the years of the stick
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I saw the stitches
they are on the wrong side of the blanket…
bastards!
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your face, a dish with soup
noodles instead wrinkles
senescence, a good taste
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walking near by a rail
looking at hills, waiting the train
to come, anytime, like death
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God, I promise I
will never commit crimes...
OMG, a spider on me!
Epiloque: … splash!
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having, not having
all and anything happens
one great time only
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Septimiu Moldovan Poem
no story no memory
you`re perceived through present
strained glass of lies
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