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The transition ballad

1 min lectură·24 iulie 2006

Mediu

I writhe

with the moment`s hit of the ground

I become lost

I sigh

and my silence is sweeter.

The trees

Swing

in dream balloons

they swing

blown by longing.

And I forget that the real hurts me still

In void

and it floats

towards the last version of hope

between the yells of longing

of your arms

it floats still

between the morning`s light beams

of human ephemeral

and I am

or not

between thousands of mispronounced incantations

of a spell

scratched in the skin of my almost shadow.

Awake me!

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Ioana Camelia Sîrbu. “The transition ballad.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/ioana-camelia-sirbu/poezie/195274/the-transition-ballad

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