Thoughts templeA Poem by Florin Dragoș Minculescu
It should be a normal day,
Sunshines were embracing the view, And everything seems so vivid. But then inside, A bunch of thoughts.., Were making so much noise. I sat and listened them. They were arguing about something. I didn't quite understand them. Suddenly, one of them, Oddly suggested to pray. To whom, I've asked myself. I was dismayed. These thoughts, one at the time They were praying to .. A me. I was transformed. I've become a temple for my thoughts. But this wasn't just right, What could, anymore, this "me" to be? It couldn't be, I couldn't be.. Be what? Suddenly an immaterial touch embosoms us. Which us? © 2022 Florin Dragoș Minculescu |
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Added on February 2, 2022 Last Updated on February 2, 2022 AuthorFlorin Dragoș MinculescuBucharest, Sector 2, RomaniaAboutI got something to say about the silence from within. more..Writing
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