Christinne Radu Poems

Mornings filled with fragrance of quinces
Milky afternoons and the fog of the burnt memories
Sunsets of honey and blood
Violet streaks
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Your love hides behind the phantasy stamps
From the root of the snowed cherry tree
The sun rising over the tops of pagodas
Is as perfid as you are.
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I opened the door of your eyes
Neither darkness, nor tears
Just light
Fallin on the root of the rivers
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Tell me why I don't like Mondays
And Tuesdays too
And the whole week, month, year
And life
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Where is your love?
Somewhere...
Buried, burnt, surrounded by walls
In bloom, floating, trodden
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Flowers on the water
Are floating far away from your smile
Freed from your eye's burning sun
Shining white and read into the light of the pale stars
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Some time I used to dream about you
Now I use to think
Some time I used to kiss you
Now I use to cry
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Remember me
I was the last of the morning girls
I was the last leaf of the maple.
Falling down, I covered your palm
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I'm coming back again
And in my heart
There's no more pain
And that is good
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It's raining outside
And in my soul,
Over my life
I feel myself leaking thru stones,
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