ARR 1988 - Flipbook - Page 66
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Wrapped in leper's cloak
A peddler of exotic gemsHiding in thickest darknessOffers, quietly, her wares.
From shadows flow seductions
I stop to see who calls:
Flames flicker wisely, deep
Within the hearts of countless souls.
Ancient tales burn before my eyes
Admonitions beat inside my head,
Warnings of spells in the unknown
As I embrace promises of lives unlived:
Sawdust dolls with curving lips
And sunshine on the lawn; orWindworn home in the middle of weeds
With moonlit dreams who smile.
Catalin Kaser
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