miercuri, 11 februarie 2015

Yearning for myself

I dream
in the Springtime
rocking in evening’s arms
playing barefoot
through large puddles
blowing on dandelion stems
the bumble bee bound
with a silk thread
an imaginary dragon
hopscotch in the dust
bathing in the creek
they are far away

I live
as if I’m not
my heart is rowing
exhausted by dreams
under the canopy of time
I sift memories
shadows pass
out of me
I am yearning

din volumul de debut: ”Vindecat de nevisare”,
 edit. Art Book, Bacău, 2011

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