Friday, May 22, 2009

Glow

On our bodies we share the same scar
something that we can’t grant.
This love...
moth to the flame,
inflame
in the perpetual fire,
burned to ashes
raise from the dusts

scarlet secret with crimson veil,
ancient sin,
eternal entwined within.

© Diana Mistera 2009


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2 comments:

  1. O dear, so intense again! I have to ask, do You write from, so to say, real life experiences, or out of Your...what to call, fantasy? Because, Your poems are so vivid I guess You have these memories and experiences...

    I love both of Your new ones!

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  2. hello darling! thanx a lot :) let's say that is a mixture of both...i have memories, that brought me those emotions and fantasies, and from them everithing born...

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