Seasonal

iulia turcan

    can not help wonder
    how words are jumping ahead the thought
    how words became barren and transparent
    drained of any love
    some threads, some calluses stuffed in the brim
    The water is not changed in wine anymore, while praying
    our bodies are no longer the bread...
    I can not help wonder
    how the masks were sewn on our faces
    the word springs out crocked through our mouths
    soiled by the curses
    I can but hope
    that his blood will wash away the sins..

    
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