The memory
is wandering who knows where
fearing the truth
tearing itself away from me
fear is running
holding poetry in its arms
it is sneaking through a slit
melting into the light
something has been killed within me
while a murderer
is walking freely
I walk through the lines of words
I can read them with my eyes
I can walk barefoot among lines
from these words
flowers will grow
of different colors shapes and meanings
they will stir up some dusty memories
and they will give rise to new feelings
people just read
to discover that the poem speaks to them
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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