INCONCRETE POEM

…poetry is living fire, all fires,
and my heart in freedom, looking for them,
like a bird excited to climb,
touch and snatch
Sun;
…there is a need for wings and forgetfulness,
of being a bird and singing for a single day,
only one,
once.
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Antoius Justel/Oron of Panthoseas
http://oriondepanthoseas.com
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