POEM TO THE HEARTH (I)


Gazing at the frozen, sleepy hearth,
I threw away the chest of love and lies,
I gave the hearth what once I’d loved the most –
The sweet but untrue verses of inexistent love.

The dear innocent roses
And their harmful, poisonous thorns
With their silky petals that soon dried up
And fell dead to the ground –
I threw them all into the dry, cold hearth.

I stroke a match –
The flame was dancing in the air
Like the wild wing of a restless blue Phoenix –
I threw the match into the hearth
And they all started burning.


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