IN THE SOUL OF A FLOWER
Hours go by, the desires run out, the wind stops and the night is trapped in the day repeats its loneliness again.
On the eve of a before and after the pain of the soul dissolves the instincts and there is a huge inappetite void left, from every scream that silence brought.
There’s an addicted air of absence, where resides the unheard commitment that rolls in every corner.
As an extension of the wall the eyelids of time have been loosing moorings and the routine remains put and served on the table until the last day.
Before, nothing was enough, but now, after years of accommodating, everything is left to the narrow path of life.
It now exists in the breath of a verse and continues to live in the soul in a flower.
Prepared Angela Kosta writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journali
