POETRY

You are my healing flower,

you came beneath old gates,

turning to stone by the wall of love.

Quince trees shed their blooms in your hair,

you burned in my dream and stole me

into the depths, into the ocean drowned in blue,

with groves of roses.

We walked barefoot, heaven echoed in our ears,

the night shattered, and I traced your footprints.

Oh, if only we could burn in love,

me, with you, and nature,

those moments of endless blue,

as the birds of the sky fluttered above us

and light butterflies landed on our shoulders.

We wandered through the forests of the world,

through abandoned places and faint memories.

We will build, my love, a world of our own,

with multicolored shells and love,

and then I will sit on the warm porch of life,

watching your meadow of thoughts,

kissed by the deer.

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(Self-translation from ROMANIAN)

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