Speak me love…by G. Mramor

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. [...]

That grows from your hands…by G. Mramor

That grows from your hands…by G. Mramor

And indifference bears its heart stone, Though a million words be spilt Love lords only the is.   In time remember will divest me of this, For a voice in a box An unwanted stone sings its spring.   A rose is no flower that grows from sand, And a love is not remembered When [...]