Ioana Geier

Flamenco

 

To the limit of the hazy silence
I try to lucidly glance at ourselves
though too far the white sail
too hopeless the seagull
above the soul's bitter waters

flamenco!
But the ankle from within the gong is twisted

of!the dream robe
moving once again
the wild lemons
from the suffering garden.

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 12/28/2009.

 

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