Poetic ache
As liquid evaporating,
my reflection vanishes,
dust of bone drifts,
And the quiddity of my
soul collapses while it waits,
hoping for a return,
like ships in the open sea,
lingering for
a placid voyage,
I continue
in the same wave,
like branches I waggle
vigorously in my aches,
Trying to elude the reason,
escaping from my own breath,
and as I see the leaves of trees
falling,
Each of them feel my pain,
and I travel in my head to all
of these places without
taking a step,
I dream with my eyes wide open,
gazing at a fantasy frame,
for my life becomes poetic
by the endlessness of my constant aches.
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poem by Elenushka Toledo
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