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Ioana\'s path

1 min lectură·19 noiembrie 2009

Mediu

I don\'t know when line come

on Ioana\'s shoulder.

at the third sentry of the night

Ioana still gathered the lap of her nightshirt

around her ankles

she called you, she chased you away ten times

until she collapsed

the same place

you strewed thorns

she petals

then the morning arrived.

Ioana mislayed the path

she made one step forward

you two steps back

I pulled her hand

i showed her a back road

this field is wild,

i said

Ioana, from now one you\'ll

walk on

don\'t stop until you dig in

at blade\'s foundation

with beaten hands

you\'ll plant roots

in this dry land

wet it with your tears

and no morning will be the same

cause you\'ll always be different

look for me in the breadcrumb

hidden at your breast

don\'t lose yourself, Ioana!

share a corner

from your heart

and write, Ioana,

write about people

write about loneliness

and your path

through it.

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Mihaela Roxana Boboc. “Ioana\'s path.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/mihaela-roxana-boboc/poezie/13915571/ioanas-path

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