To Stop Shouting Poem by Maria Mitea
To Stop Shouting
bury my lips in the buds of the rain
until the leaves don't turn yellow on the nipples of the clouds
bury them so I can't say a word
and die thrown into the sky
like a thunder
night after night, with stars on my forehead
the moon stabbing my chest, reborn
like a flame
when your tears dig wells in the grave of silence,
bury my lips in the buds of the rain
like
forgotten
chains of kisses
the moon stabbing my chest, reborn like a flame....i sincerely admire the intensity of this bit of expression. A thought provoking poem. Top score!
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5/16/2024 11:05:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I can't say a word!