Honeyed

with all that i said
've melted the ice cream star

what bows and arrows
feeling inside my tree

with all early ones
miserable ice beaches

still standing still
mysterious beaches...

my pulmonary soul
on orange juice shelves...

with all i need
yellowish silence...

what a stone skin
lies beneath...

all mysterious beaches
covered by my eyes...

all the honey wants
mysterious niches...

(15 July 2008)

poem by Selenaru Negrea
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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