Mediu
It have frozen consolations your forehead
from my memories are breaking,
throb,
mine childhood years...
is hanging time
one more sweet smile
to remember of it
and your face on tenderly
to wispering
of my childhood years.
rising up among the whispers
once upon a time of your
and I cover with what I have left
the cradle
My childhood ...
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Grigoraș V.Vasilică. “Mom,.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/grigoras-v-vasilica/jurnal/14016262/momComentarii (0)
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