DARK PEARLS
- Dark Poets Club

- Dec 3, 2025
- 1 min read
By Florin Rosca

Grown in slowness and pain,
A density of space
Open only onto itself,
Avoided by light,
Shining nothing.
Any touch of beauty
Ripples and reverberates,
Creating its own language,
Adding to hidden depths
Of awareness.
The soul of the dark poet.
Could I foster such a miracle?



