A tear trickles whispers on the scorched tree-
“Remember to forgive.”
All the gazes
infer the impassive expression;
placid face standing mendacious
gating with discretion-
“Maybe there’s nothing
Maybe there’s too much pain”
For a second,
cease to accept
what’s been seen and lived-
behind blue eyes, uncover the chaos within
and distrust the sight;
The journey ill begins
in a fall-
Down is found at the end of the rabbit hole.
Hear steps on dusted grounds-
What has been found
were-“just dusty grounds”
Whence emptiness mimicry
diluted in sadness;
a face gone blank starring into nothingness-
“Blind stare
granting wishes
receive us inside
deep inside the heart, the mind, receive this being!”
Emanuel Ștefancu 