marți, 22 februarie 2011

Crushed Icon


I cut my love
Into blue slices
Thrown away into the sky
Over lonely seas.

I sputtered my love,
My sacred icon
Crashed into the chasm
That is tearing us apart.

I called my… love,
From the old times
To solder the icon
Which was given to us.

And to bear the cross
Over a hill full of thorns
There where you see growing
The flower of your first love.


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