The trees have no leaves
so they are silent as a deep wonder
the day is blindfolded
and he doesn't understand anything
when only silence grows around
stone-still days
float above the waters
the air rustles
only when a lost bird
flies to nowhere
a cloud of sand rose after the flight
it floated in the air like a sigh
then he sat down and took the shape of a pyramid full of life
and suffocated absolute silence
when the spectator
appeared in the picture
the silence broke in two forming an imperfection
in which he remained captive
even now after so long
he stands motionless in the same place
does not say anything
and admires his own creation
About the Creator
Mihai Brinas
Mihai is the author of five collections of poems. Invitation to Poetry, Alignment of Thoughts, Crossroads, Thoughts That Bring Us Closer, and Connections.
Mihai keeps on writing while still believing in the power of honesty and love.
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