Tag: Hero
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Speak me love…by G. Mramor
Love no hero. Love the giant that ripples your blood. Love the fray that hammers the nerve. Love the mouth that speaks your fever. Love the fracture in the bone. Love a broken axe. Love the cross you do not carry. Love the day you make with sand. Love a white bird in the snow.…
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And the river makes no sound for you…by G. Mramor
Because the river makes no sound for you, it can only wake, like the past walking with you, going before you. Because how many memories must you remember to get it out of you? Who was like a mother to your love and a name to all the quiet of your living. Who was a…
