The moon passes
But remains
Through ruptures
Of ashy vapours—
Silver-metallic, translucent,
With a proud and cold
Indifference,
Like those loves—passed
But permanently present
In our nebulous
Consciousness.
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Vapori Cenusii de Constiinta
Luna trece
Dar ramane
Prin zdrente
De vapori cenusii—
Argintiu-metalizata, translucida,
Cu o mandra si rece
Indiferenta,
Ca acele iubiri—trecute
Dar permanent prezente
In nebuloasa noastra
Constiinta.
Consciousness! ! With the muse of life. Thanks for sharing.
Pure beauty of your words that embrace with a truth of the past that are like cobwebs in our mind catching glimpses of past lovers that never leave us but wander with us and still bring their light and darkness to our lives! Amazing write!
'ashy vapours —... In our nebulous Consciousness.' this intrigues as a surrealist metaphor for life, loved it 10+
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Indifference Like those loves — passed But permanently present In our nebulous Consciousness.......i love these lines. Thank you dear madam for this beautiful poem.