Poetry

The Birth of the Sun

Virgin Isis-Mary

My tears are the line of my novel

The characters are rigid

Stiff and ready to act in my cynical scenario

I am the milestones of all misfortunes

And mischances that hunt the running-gods in the firmament —

My splendour reaches the stars in the immeasurable spaces

And always declines as I reach “Isis”

giving birth to “Apollo”

 

– Raïs Neza Boneza –

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