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The Moon

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Author: Iulia Halatz

Iulia HalatzAugust 28, 2019

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The Moon

written by: Iulia Halatz

"I’ll be looking at the moon,
but I’ll be seeing you."
- Michael Ondaatje

In the evening
with my eyelashes
I kill all the events of the day
I choke perceptions and
reveries green
That could be real
Pending dream.

In the evening
with my fingers
I spin yarns
For your sweet bedlams…

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Iulia Halatz

She says: "Be the one who cares, make words so disruptive that they create new worlds, hopes and dreams. Even if we are unhappy dinosaurs and find shelter in an Iron Tale or ruminate about feeling too much, whilst declaring colorless apparel, we should take power and strength from our stories."
Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I.

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The Merman’s Rhyme - October 10, 2019
The Moon - August 28, 2019
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