Tired, I Rest

Life and death are meant to share,
embracing, holding hands.
Concern full of joy,
Falling in love
Penetrate, quick disappearing,
like a long day, in a forest rain
A nice position to rest
Like a wild animal, hunting flies, in chambers of green mirrors.
Chanting birds, falling in love with austere wings
Knocking of light doors,
Mould wood, and golden handle.
Tired, I lay down, between memories, and my head.
At the fresh air, that the window blow,
my head rest, flooded of dreams,
from sheet of wormed cheek's
relief, from the rumours of the life frames.

poem by Luca Menin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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