Let There Be Rain
The ashes of poetry books
He was feeling different
the years burned as some mystical objects of worship
a burning sustained by the cynical stubbornness of time
many nights in a row
too many
he dreamed
the same horror who escaped from a defective mind
a nightmare of painting exhibitions
in which books with fire pages were obsessively painted
he was just waiting to be seen by the world
a world that did not read
poetry books anymore
you could not even find books
as if somebody had burnt them
in a huge incinerator
as he was different
he has gathered up there
the ashes of poetry books
he is scattering it above everybody
with just a single blow
so it may rain with poetry
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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