Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Corina Bardasuc - Stop

I turn around and round
The self
Like a dog
Chasing its own tail.
Trying to sniff out
My very soul.
My senses lead me
Most of the time.
My hearing wasted
On the song of birds.
My taste sense wasted
On many hardened bones.
My eyes hardened
By the chase of many fleeting
But yesterday I think,
When I was circling yet
I caught the scent
Of a thought.
Unlike the other thoughts.
It simply told me

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