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Iulia Pascal
12th June 2021
′′Midnight beats in the brass bell ′′
And darkness becomes master of my desire,
I’m bursting to breathe without a bitter tear
What burns like a stake, my whole being.
You can hear in my soul a hissing chaos,
A longing lying on his death bed…
In cold and dark surroundings, fears contain me
When the Moon shy twinkles give birth to its sparkles.
′′ Midnight beats in the brass bell ′′
And time lays guard at my temple…
The silent moment, the light of living and crumbles it
Leaving the deserted life behind him.
Kneeling to make my sky closer
And the trembling hand I reach out to the stars…
If I knew there would be a cure, I would gather them all together,
Balm to make them and wounds to grease…
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Posted 4:58 pm | Saturday, 12 June 2021
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