I call Poetry, this emotion
Rowing against the stream of time
This darkness with big
Wide open eyes
This ocean of passion
Where i swim endlessly
Poetry is that nocturnal sun
This cursed song that
Vibes and dies in my throat
It's were the bells of
Provocation toll back and forth
I call poetry
This denial of light were
Synonyms become antonyms
Provoking the forbidden
Steeling the sense and the non-sense
in a sort of adventure
O Words
Sweet blasted words
you shall be the light of a new day
the dim light of new eras
the blinded eyes that
have seen more than they should see
the deaf ears that
Have heard more than they should hear
The broken arms that
Embraces all the love and all the passion
Evading the universe of fantasy
the phantoms of hazard
in their torn shrouds
the mythical beauty
That went by same as
Immaculate waters in once upon a time
Eternal spring
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