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Here’s an intense poem by Anca, a lyric with epic proportions, in Different Truths.

We are the Children of Time,

our dew drops mirror our World,

crossing the edges of eternal visions

as strings of inception crossing immortal times.

 

We move along with and through Time,

seeking the effervescence of future tenses

with stardust desires swirling in cymatic impressions

and the interludes opiating all human sensations.

 

We dance formlessly in holographic sceneries

with rippled reflections and silent similarities

forgetting our punctuations and connotations

only verbing the noun of our own Existence,

endlessly scrolling through the alchemic gravities

as glittering particles of an Ancient sophic apocrypha.

 

We paint our stories on celestial canvases

with memories of “Being” rather than on “Having”,

all of our emotions can break all the parenthesis

and build empyrean dreams and Life fantasies…

 

The hourglass reset its seconds for the Children of Time!

©Anca Mihaela Bruma

Photos from the internet.

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