Lazare Hurst

Joined September 2022

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Bio

I sympathize with all those who do not want to go to bed. I sympathize with all those who want a bright light at night.

Stories (7/0)

Continuity
Without traces, the empire fades away one by one. The flowers and the stars remain in the care of the Lord, the The constellations are hidden in the grass.
By Lazare Hurst2 years ago in Poets
Dressing table
The world enriches my dressing table. It's like a fruit store surrounding me with fruits. Even though I can pick them up without any effort
By Lazare Hurst2 years ago in Poets
A life of retreat
There have been not many philosophers in this world. They have walked remote paths. Whoever walks in their footsteps And escapes from the noise and strife of the world.
By Lazare Hurst2 years ago in Poets
You will take wing, Mockingbird
You will lift your wings, robin, and fly down these three bushes Hanging hooks, and thus - in my confinement - evoke the memory of the furry lupine
By Lazare Hurst2 years ago in Poets
Consonant Storm
There is such a planet, in whose language Vowels on vacation, consonants in prayer. In their poetry and movies, the vowels sing and consonants think.
By Lazare Hurst2 years ago in Poets
The Sleeping People
The enchanting night among the flocks of birds What voice sings its name sweetly in the sky? Wake up! No shadows, no fate.
By Lazare Hurst2 years ago in Poets
In a ship with a rooming house at sea
In a ship with rooming houses at sea. Surrounded by a boundless expanse of pale the whistling wind and the pleasant waves, huge and arrogant waves.
By Lazare Hurst2 years ago in Poets