The beautiful soul
the mysterious unknown of man
it is a refined volcano
where all the sins of the world burn
and because in the ashes
there is only the past tense
the eruption
it will be the one that will enlighten us
I was a doctor
a surgeon in the operation room
on the table
there was an unheard melody
while I was touching it
the fingers of my hands
turned into
musical notes
I took the scalpel
but in my hand
I had a paintbrush
I dipped it into the melody
and started to paint
you will recognize the work
when you see it exhibited
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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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