The tower was built
having one single language
a few lonely trees
they straightened their leaves like green eyes
to see better the rise of the tower
those who previously shaped bricks
now they were creating new words and putting them on top of each other
these words
they could be heard and they could be spoken
some people boasted of seeing them
they did not have an exact shape
but the wings of the new words were clearly visible
the new words
they hurried to fly to the sky
the tower soundless and motionless
looking towards one single point
the illusion of deathlessness
from that language
others would show
starting to circle
in a clockwise direction
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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