Poezie
Autumnal nerves
de George Bacovia
1 min lectură·
Mediu
It’s autumn, it’s sough, it’s sleep
The trees, on the street are all sobbing
It’s coughing, it’s mourning, it’s void
It’s cold and it’s drizzling
The lovers, all sicker and sadder
Make jestures, bizarre, on the street –
And leaves fall down heavy and wet
In eternal sleep
I stay, and I go, and I’m turning,
The lovers are making me sad
I feel like pointlessly laughing
It’s cold, and it’s drizzling
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