— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Trandafir Sîmpetru
I can touch your portrait and cry tortured,
Like an unfinished dream, hidden in the shell of love,
Waiting somewhere in the night,
I can touch your portrait and cry tortured,
Like an unfinished dream, hidden in the shell of love,
Waiting somewhere in the night,
On the walls, we fixed the stars of Braila,
Events and kisses and shells open that whisper
Nature as source of life,
Counts infinite lives.
The nourishment of light,
The life if living.
Plant the thick humanity.
Seed of peace is there.
The humanity is in loss now.
War destroys human life.
Religion is with kind heart,
To keep equal human world.
The ethics is the jewel of humanity,
That makes the human equality.
Poetry road
is a new path,
The traffic
from you to me.
Along the road
there are larks singing.
I hear your voice in the morning birdsong.
I feel your passion in the noon sunshine.
I see your elegant demeanor in the sunset glow.
Oh, Taiwan, my hometown, my love.
If I were a dock peon,
I used to go to you every day,
To deliver the letter of the heart.
If I were the owner of a flower garden,
Convening environmental conditions,
Everything works.
If society is peaceful and healthy,
Every thought is perfect though.