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Having a snack in the bus

1 min lectură·18 august 2004

Mediu

I take the bus that goes to you, my friend!

Now I know the way will never bend,

Since I see

The poppy lace that grows in France for me

So red by the field

That it is like a shield.

I taste the bread that is for you, my girl!

Grain seeds and poppy seeds together whirl

In the rain.

They contaminate each other on a German plain

To make you dream

And not only seem.

I drink the wine my grandpa made for you!

He put in it lime blossom bright and new

In Tokay.

Soon you can see profligate stars deploy

And break black horses

When the day closes.

I dream the dream that comes from you, my boy!

Veils of light surrender in shy joy

While they sing

The aching, sweet song of the windy ding

That hovers in you,

My tall night blue.

It is so good that you exist, my heart!

There, somewhere in the eastern part

Of the world,

You cut the truth with a smiling, silent sword

And give it to me

So that I can be.

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Monica Manolachi. “Having a snack in the bus.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/monica-manolachi/poezie/83427/having-a-snack-in-the-bus

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