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Here. Where?

1 min lectură·16 aprilie 2004

Mediu

I trace my footprints in the snow

On this street full of lonely trees,

Walking for hours and heading for nowhere;

Dissolving thoughts in clouds of questions.

This atmosphere is driving me frantic:

My head is airborne, my heart in vibes;

The loneliness is frozen and scattered

Yet it\'s still just me and the winter.

I smell petals in the air

And shadows are becoming white;

Around I see familiar faces,

Closing my eyes to escape the fright.

I\'m here at reaching the Goal.

I feel it but I don\'t know what;

Here, riddles are getting an answer,

And puzzles remember the snow.

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Ion Popa. “Here. Where?.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/ion-popa/poezie/70239/here-where

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