Alex Insuratelu Poems

I kiss your forehead?
Perspiration that smells
Lemon, waiting of a silver
message to be hunted
...

A sphinx began to search
of her frozen head
She promised to herself
that she will found it
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Guilty and wild as the power
as the vast silence the way
you move our sadness and
its wheel undertake
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Do you think i did wrong?
I feel a long deserved peace
when i like your expression
free of curiosity and dust
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