The Fire That Sleeps

Poem By João Tomaz Parreira

The fire that sleeps
in my heart's volcano
began rising
like a rose,
like a Stravinsky's bird,
the fire that crowns
my cardiac crater
until my lips burn
the heavy silence.

Comments about The Fire That Sleeps

very intense and descriptive...I like the Stavinsky's bird phrase


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