I do not know what to regret anymore…
that I cannot reach you through our memories,
that an insane song cannot touch your soul,
or that you reversed yourself on the other side of Life?!…
I watched how spring drained from us
and not even a curved second could see anymore
the Miracle from us!…
Not even my own flying is vertical anymore
and I remained with my wings sealed
running barefoot on the shells of Time
on the look for that plenary Love
which you had promised along a sunset…
You stole the jewels of Time from beneath my eyelids…
just one white night struggled to reach the cloud’s temple
and I do not have shores to reach…. anymore…
I just got lost in the morning known by nobody!…
© Anca Mihaela Bruma
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