The sirens ring, echo out out out and i find my
/ Lesson in the lessening of virtue
Today i am whole / Tonight i am a frame
for sorrow’s painting / In the taste of tomorrow i see
The sixth sense, me, you / And why did you have to go?
the Was births its Could be, its Potential /
A siren ringing, bottomless / Name me
your spirit your life your bones
/ It is you i find in the cheekbones the eyes
My face, yours, / apostrophe stroke /
Song’s grief, kindness’ consequence
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Ioana Bosneaga is an aspiring poet, writer and philosophy enthusiast. Her work has been recognised in places such as Blue Marble Review, Vellichor Literary and The Eyre. She enjoys esoteric poetry, hybrid forms and mixed media artwork.
