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Fără titlu

1 min lectură·8 iunie 2004

Mediu

I\'m walking in the fields of death,

and the leaden clouds hang over my head,

suffocating the air...

My mind is empty, a boulder crushes my soul,

and I can\'t feel my body.

I\'m following a voice which

only the ear of my heart recognises:

your voice calling me.

Heavy silence overwhelms the sound

of my steps falling on the burnt ground,

and the withered trees loom around me

like ghosts of past forests of joy.

I\'m walking as in a nightmare,

no hope, no feeling, no end...

I stumble and fall... tired, so tired....

I hear your voice desperately calling

out my name... I can\'t follow you

anymore, my friend. I\'m sinking

into silence and sleep. The earth

feels warm; I hear it singing.

I think I\'ll rest here for a little eternity...

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Alina Popescu. “Fără titlu.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/alina-popescu/poezie/75928/text

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