o poezie depresiva, ca toate poeziile mele, ca sa se asorteze cu poza de deasupra...
come on, criticize me
Autumn colors holding the world in a passionate embrace
deep inside hear bare footsteps echoing over the stone
searching for the lost
and the beautiful
do not dream of blue of green of trees of flowers
of freedom of love of peace of yourself
just touch this sand with your fingers
slowly
and quiet
listen the un-said words
melted in the wind
and the love song I whisper in your ear
as we are passing
in the silent field
death’s blossoming.
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