#greed, poetry by Lucretia Lixandru at Spillwords.com
Horvath Attila



written by: Lucreția Lixandru



I won’t let my magic fade away
just so I can match the dull dreams of a man
who never thought he’s worth more
than a silent life

hang in there, the sun is whispering
as it lays its rays on my skin
while the wind is wrapping me up
in a hug

you can only control the things
you understand, nature
keeps showing me every season, the patient
yet harsh teacher passing on
the lessons of the simpler things

and if, at the end of the day, a bit of pleasure gonna cost
fundamental birthrights, as the right
of growing in more than one direction
at once
the right to preserve my capacity to feel
sanity, joy, closeness again, then
it’s way too expensive
for me.

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