INSIDE
Inside
Inside me
there is an inside, rarely seen, rarely known.
Inside me, it is always dark and cool.
The darkness does not speak, it feels;
your silence and mine
and it becomes the language
that transcends words.
There is nothing that hurts, nothing to heal.
The feathers you gather and bring to this cave
need not write what you wanted to write.
This dark inside has a prescience to read
even the words you did not write;
an amazing world of myths,
all the stories are lying here, uncovered,
page fluttering, but unopened.
I am a prehistoric being.
Inside
Inside me
there is an inside, rarely seen, rarely known.
Inside me, it is always dark and cool.
The darkness does not speak, it feels;
your silence and mine
and it becomes the language
that transcends words.
There is nothing that hurts, nothing to heal.
The feathers you gather and bring to this cave
need not write what you wanted to write.
This dark inside has a prescience to read
even the words you did not write;
an amazing world of myths,
all the stories are lying here, uncovered,
page fluttering, but unopened.
I am a prehistoric being.
Da, foarte precis ochiul tău... O analiză ca la carte, milimetrică...
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