Poet: Irsa Ruci

Posted: July 22, 2016 in Poetry
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The melody in lines


The spirit’s melody inside

Is the recreation of the human is his art

The discreteness of the endless sight

Merged in sensations.


The wine’s taste like woman’s scent




Till the madness of thought

(…drink is consumed after you tried

the nectar of life

in sweetness of ever – ending moments!)


Lucid is the deepness of red, like the girlish virginity

In that body of dreams

Knitted with the strange

In the soft lip of a lady bug

Who gets drunk by wine drops.


They say that the best poems are written

When the foolish poets betray their lines

For a glass of wine…



© Irsa Ruçi

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