The First Sunrise Of Creation Poem by IOANA TRICA

A frozen afternoon

Hallways of loneliness
Were opening new dimensions

Within the season’s crater
Luminous burning circles were swirling around

Remnants of the first sunrise of creation

No one knew the place
But you could find it in everybody’s dreams

And in the deep waters of the red moon

Today
In Christmas night
You can still see the lights

Blazing slowly
On the house’s roofs


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