Break
As the survey becomes silent,
As the truth remains afloat,
I embraced the duty destined for myself,
Of working in my dark mind's delf.
But I still beg,
The other's carriage to bootleg,
Like the small daughter of the sea,
To be struck and rendered null like a flea.
And yet,
I lay plagued by the need of a break,
The final blow, the sadness of the weak,
A sumptuous and endless banquet.
"From "Volumul Floare de piatră/Stone Flower""
Category: Philosophical poem
All author's poems: Andrei Lehanceanu
Date of posting: 21 октября
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