There is a special place
in which they meet
words with feelings of love
is the time when
I think I lost my thoughts
the words leave home
in their natural order
the words pass through the locked doors
to conquer souls and thoughts
the words are silent
and this symbolic silence of theirs
it is the one that lights up
and illuminates hiding places
whence he drives away the worst fears
the unknown lady who left
taking with her
part of my words
has returned
bringing me back
a little light
I taste
the pleasure of memories
recalling words
I thought forgotten
there will never be
too dark
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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By Lily Séjor7 days ago in Fiction
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