the horizons set ablaze,
melting bodies meshed with
particles of despair
she carries the heaviest of hearts
in foreign streets
carving stories in the palms of strangers
slipping, leaving only sandy skin
a siren speaking in the mystic tongues
tracing a fingertip
on the edge of the sea wave
while the horizons set ablaze
in flames of fenix
i sow the ashes
hoping to harvest
minds blooming
in a tempest as
their roots unravel
in the pain
i stand still looking
at the cold towers
manifesting silence
whilst i scream
till my voice bleeds
i ponder
in moments when we
forget how to breathe,
our mouths stay shaped
as a line, as a thin thread
i ponder how
much it hurts inside
in each of us, in every fingertip
that’s clenching a tiny heart
i ponder how
much each of us
is hurting in moments when
staying human seems
the heaviest burden to carry
Tallinn Poetry 