Thursday, October 24, 2019

Poisons; Marin Sorescu



Grass, mountains, waters, and sky
Have entered my bloodstream
And I am waiting for them
To take effect.

I feel i am starting
To turn green because of the grass.

That I’ve grown full of chasms
and I breath mists
because of the mountains.

With my feet I am rounding the edges of stones
When I walk on the road
And they ask me about the sea
Because of the waters

I feel that I’m turning
Seemingly blue, and unbounded
And that stars are sprinkling on my eyes
And the tips of my fingers.


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