***chaotic Seconds≫≫≫≫

Your tongue becomes a
stretch of your
scream. It is, in fact,
a lying tongue, which
breaks the complex
truths until they are
transformed into simple
meanings, exactly in the same manner
the hours are
decomposed into chaotic
seconds to be recomposed
for new hallucinating time. Our
erratic thoughts anguish inside
our ignorance and inside our resignation. Our
spaces seep into another
common one. The light
dances on our exhausted
bodies all its
shades of red. We
love each other in
our dream....



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by Marieta Maglas

Comments (14)

At her side! ! Thanks for sharing.
For who could have foretold That the heart grows old? No one can foretell the future. Aging is an experience to be lived and enjoyed.
Life unfolds as we walk through it. None of forsee much though it has been there before us and would be there after us. What we experience is the only thing that matters.
Everyone is going to be old and die. Nice poem. Enjoyed.
It would burn the body at death bed but can't burn the soul. A beautiful poem shared. It is nice to be choosen POD.
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