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Naturmystik-sovn

1 min lectură·24 noiembrie 2008

Mediu

I hear my own sadness

sculpting into old trees

and buried stones,

searching liberation

from the womb of sorrow

and I see it

in attire of sere branches,

beseeching a timely closure.

I still hold hands with my crippled hope…

I see my sleeping flowing beyond

any sand glass,

bleeding out my dying dreams

and let them dry.

I slowly turn into dripping fog

and lose track of my inner ghost

as it melts away into the ground.

I let go of my hope…

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Vicleanu Mihaita. “Naturmystik-sovn.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/vicleanu-mihaita-0026790/poezie/1811458/naturmystik-sovn

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