Poetry Contest Entry

Choice Of Words

~By Cristian Matei

When you speak a thought to me,
I slowly descend within me,
and grab a star by her arm
and I carry it in circles, circles through the sea -
until words abandon their shores.
When you speak a thought to me,
the Sky appears
of a strange blue colour,
forever changing, never the same

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