Poezie

The box

1 min lectură·12 aprilie 2007

Mediu

I would put in a box:

All those critics about myself,

how people imagine me to be like;

All those moments in which I’ve cried thousands of tears

for my lost lovers;

All those bad remarks that I’ve made

about God himself and his creation,

For it’s only me who should be blamed

and punished for my mistakes;

All those sad memories from my childhood

in which I’d given up hope;

All those rainy days, but maybe I’d keep a few

for my own discovery;

All those quarrels between you and me

that led to our separation, but not to hate.

My box is made of dreams and wonders

and the key that opens it is just my memory;

And I would send this box to you, my dear friend,

so when you’ll open it you’ll find out

How different I am and how I’ve changed.

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Diaconu Raluca. “The box.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/diaconu-raluca/poezie/241465/the-box

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