They blinded the readers of souls
it's too much unclear darkness
too much
they walk with his eyes closed
among the bones of the earth
trampling on painful wounds
breathe the steam of the desert
are supported by encrypted contradictions
breathe the shy beauty
kneel down
and they begin to love again
and yet there is
there is love
when we do things together
when I kiss you you kiss me
I inhale the air
exhaled by you
I look at your eyes
eyes that look at me
just when I write
I write without you
even if I write about you
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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