Saturday, 1 September 2012

THE EXHAUSTED NIGHT


that was very close, but could not be -
inherent to my persona, that was 
flame or a dull smoldering 
cinder, whatever, failed
to melt the pain,
though 
breath touched to my chest but didn't 
penetrate to the emotion, the 
heart remained as usual
ineffective, the beauty
has the limited 
scope, 
after touching to the body, itself ended,
thirst of ages and accompany of 
some moment, coordination
couldn't be beautiful,
long before the
dawn, life
has been reached to the hazel horizon!

painting by  Evani Lupinek