FLOWERS OF DECEIT


The heavy rain knows no reason
Why it should bring unhappiness
Along –
It simply comes down in oceans of despair,
Oceans that, on their way to their final destination,
The old, chilly grave of timeless soil,
Sip, within a single glance of thunder,
All there was left for us to live for.

The windows grieve –
The north wind groans with hunger…

The walls are blind and wrinkled…

Abandoned frightened strangers
Inside a cave of horror,
The sealed doors preserve in their belief
The ultimate sensations.

The flowers in the corner window –
What is their meaning now?
What are they doing here still,
So shapeless and so old?
Dry reincarnations of the evil nights’ deceit,
The bleak days’ shredded infants,
Are they all there has been left
To be held by the eye’s conception?

The tides keep changing,
Generating inevitable disorders –
Incontrollable madness…

The celestial caves look abandoned and deserted
And the only sound there is to be heard
Is the hopeless cry
Of the backwards running streams
That, on their way back to their long-forgotten origin,
Wash away the last traces of a rainbow of dreams.

And yet, the stains of blood on the clouds’ shrouds remain
Like wild roses that preserve their bodies forever
Unbleached…

~ SORANA ~
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