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Poetae Opus
Poems
Nov 2019
Being at peace with the dolls
Now,
My wish is
To become the Wind,
For
On this flesh of mine,
A shadow dancer arises,
To be such a purge
For my eyes;
I only feel Thirst
For the Purest and the Naked,
For my body doesn't
Reclaim
The wisdom,
Of any new religion;
A Maid aspires to be a Kore;
A Kore aspires to be a Mother;
A Mother aspires to be the World;
Even the slightest tardiness
Demands
To be aware of by,
As well as a single coin
Craves
To be deep-felt within;
There isn't any materialistic meaning,
Except the one that,
Everyone puts on,
For the Circle turns around,
To let the sun arise,
To make any Conscience waking up.
Written by
Poetae Opus
M/Portland, OR
(M/Portland, OR)
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