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MIDNIGHT HOUR

1 min lectură·12 iunie 2005

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MIDNIGHT HOUR

by Sorana Lucia Salomeia

In the deep silence of the night

An old clock strikes the midnight hour

And the mystery intensifies and fills the atmosphere

With every hoarse echo of the heavy strokes.

Another hour that has drowned

In the passing wave of time,

Another hour in my life…

What was I doing one year ago,

At the same hour?

Maybe falling in love,

Maybe laughing,

Or maybe I was crying.

Who bothers to remember?

We keep building illusions

And live from one illusion to another,

And so we forget how it is to be alive

And breathe the fresh, scented air every morning.

And suddenly we hear a strange voice

Whispering in our ears:

“This is the last of your illusions”

But we keep dreaming,

Forgetting what it is like

To fall into the kiss of life

And so we keep floating

On clouds of smoke

Filling our hearts with melancholy.

Time passes this way

And nothing really happens.

And suddenly a thought invades us

Like a wave of sorrow:

“Another hour of my life has passed away…”

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Sorana Lucia Salomeia. “MIDNIGHT HOUR.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/sorana-lucia-salomeia/poezie/126748/midnight-hour

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