Memories
remain after our death
through the ones that knew us
that is how we continue to be
from memories through memories
once a beggar
knocked at my door
he used to show up in front of the people
not to beg for money
he was begging for a memory
it is strange to mention now
the memory beggar
might he even
remember me
the night suddenly aged
on this strange night
the flame fades in the fireplace
and trembled like a frightened heart
among the greenwood thrown into the fire
the smoke reaches the edge of the forest
the trees raise their branches to the sky
like the hair on the backs of wolves
the unnatural howl
put out the fire in the houses
it stirs people's imagination
they want to crack the moon in two
shooting with rifles at the sky
to drive away those altered memories
who were transformed into nightmares
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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