Poezie

Cold

by George Bacovia

1 min lectură·19 octombrie 2006

Mediu

I stand near a broken fence

And the wind blows with leaves, wet –

I am uglier, I am hollow,

The cold begins to make the bottle sweat

On the street leaned downway

There’s an autumn like an old poetry –

The wind pushes the women’s skirts in the way

With one of them, a pair we’ll no more be

The autumn posters and flowers tears,

It’s sadder far away, in the abysses -

Start daily, more than once, fires ;

Oh, there must be sad far away in the abysses...

Wondering snow flakes...

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ioan albu. “Cold.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/ioan-albu/poezie/209620/cold

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