a day in april

motion poetry

The standstill motion
of the substance
around us

in a flicker
the wood is a infant body
laying on the arm
of a ray of sun

the hourglass has
a plan to move
the shadows

the incense is dead
reeking like a
flame of pus

the instant sails
through all the events
carried by the wind of memory

with a transparent dress
a ghostly rain
is expected to sweep
up the remains
the fragments

in an untitled and random quest



Nihilistic Poetry

One thought on “a day in april

  1. nice ! as i said! i love ur posts:) btw i have a page in fb called concerns of a nihilistic strawberry:) of course in persian.
    good luck!

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