I dreamed of strange birds
from primitive skies
without faces or beaks, breathing
accompanying the sun's march
guard dogs of the air
do not climb any higher
eyes close on their own
strong instinct opens
strange noises tickle the bark
arguing in silence without being
my forehead scratches with light, the vault
I release Pegasus, no longer shivering
sign of my hands they move, they gesticulate
I cross my entire being before you today.
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Pari4 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I had to fly lower, that mouse is going to leave a mark on my forehead betraying the cry of my madness, I solemnly let the sun in.
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Comments1
Greek mythology pervades this poem and is always good as metaphors
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