Heritage of the Unknown

I kneel

you pray

a bird rises from the ashes

inside my soul

the desperation of the boats which never leave the shore

tolls the waves like a church bell

the moon gets pregnant with desires

aquatic flowers creep on my right arm

the poet of the city long forgotten

loneliness hangs on the streets

the myth of the Verona lovers worn

within the cycles of the moon

the heritage of the unknown

tries desperately

to be born

                                        ~ Gabriela M.

                                            United States

4 Comments

  1. Pingback: My new poem “Heritage of the Unknown” published by the Indian Periodical #poetry – Short Prose

  2. Rebecca Cutler says:

    Sensational poem! 💗

  3. Beautiful. Excellent.

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