the deluge


Candles blown by your own tears

Scents of lilac in the bloom

Books resting silently unopened

Icons whispering into the room.


The poet of the city long forgotten

The beauty of the temple savagely chopped

The ghastly time of the deluge has come

The ancient clocks now fatally have stopped.


What? You’re not crying anymore?

You are confusing me and poor Noah in his ark

Please cry another minute for I want

To kiss your tears dancing en avant.






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