POETRY

I look for you,

and I see time burned,

and your herds of dreams,

your fingers touching my forehead

with heavy clouds and extinguished

craters of thought.

I could see your purple tear,

a thin braid of different colors,

how it shimmered beneath the stars,

and your eyes, lost, waited for me

to come to the shell-covered shore,

to find the heart of the star,

drawn in the sand,

while the sky’s deltas boiled with restlessness.

Don’t rush, my love,

to reach the end of the shore,

where I await you with open hands,

unsettled, with past seasons.

I am here on the wet beach,

waiting for you a lifetime,

surrounded by indifferent ice.

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(Self-translation from ROMANIAN)

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