Wondering eyes looked up
And a twinkle of a star,
Ignites the fire's heart.
Through an unknown grace,
Man baptized the flame.
Three time, out loud it said:
"What do I am?"
"What do I am?"
"What do I am?".
Next to itself, of jealousy,
A stone has cracked.
Out of its rend it flies,
To fill the empty spot,
Another twinkle of a star.
And to the rest of sand,
A gust of wind enchants:
" Oh, Blessed Mary
Childbirth again,
Childbirth again."
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Author:
Florin Dragoș Minculescu (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
depends what pages of archaic myth, you read
some pages, speak
of Prometheus Bound
and his Fire of emancipation...
that cured us
from having to endure life, with that mind warping
'Job' caricature idealism, mentality
of acceptance to the endless strife of life...
so aren't we blessed
so many millions, shed blood
so we can continue to ignore
our capacity, to think freely
devoid of any
finger's, manipulating our very opportunity: for thought...
(a challenging, and thought provoking write,
thanks for sharing!)
Thank you!
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