Traces of our pains

Traces of our pains

18 March 2016

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Inside you

There are bells that ring

Sunrises

Rivalling

With silver spark of moonlight

Joys in the heart sing

 

You look out

Watching for the fall

Golden threads

Spider’s web

The maze more than we recall

Black is but colour

 

You see not

The pealing of bells

Time’s treasures

Hidden deep

We create our own steep wells

Source of our magic

 

Dark moments

They are inversion

Fear static

Hour tragic

All but shadows of the light

Oozing from your frame

 

Look within

Multiple appeal

I repeat

Litany

That you may finally see

With sight of the heart

 

See the beat

Chronicles of love

Decomposed

In phases

Water on steps erases

Traces of our pains

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Premonition – Armand Amar

Le Piège – Armand Amar

Inanna – Armand Amar