Bring Me SpringsA Poem by bd
I don't know how many spring has past
And saw my life be spent without touching nothing but a leaf And without touching a blossom on a twig The most beautiful days of my life with handcuff Please, bring me springs with your hands In a visitation, in a breezy day Send me a letter springlike, redolent and reminiscent I took the fire from Prometheus And burnt the castles of cruelty in Nineveh And opened my hearth Bleeding among sharp talons of eagles from Olympus For new loves in a Newroz spring © 2014 bd |
StatsAuthorbdIstanbul, Europe, TurkeyAboutThe past is a gaping hole, your only chance is to turn around and face it. But is like kissing the lips of your dead love, darkness waiting in the hole of her mouth. We are willing to suffer, to die f.. more..Writing
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