Poem By Mittha Milian
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POEM BY MITTHA MILIAN
IN THE SOUL OF A FLOWER
Hours go by, the desires run out,
the wind stops and the night is trapped
in the day repeats its loneliness again.
On the eve of a before
and after the pain of the soul dissolves
the instincts and there is a huge inappetite void left,
from every scream that silence brought.
There's an addicted air of absence,
where resides the unheard commitment
that rolls in every corner.
As an extension of the wall the eyelids
of time have been loosing moorings
and the routine remains put and served
on the table until the last day.
Before, nothing was enough, but now,
after years of accommodating,
everything is left to the narrow path of life.
It now exists in the breath of a verse
and continues to live in the soul in a flower.
Prepared Angela Kosta writer, poet, essayist,
literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
