all hidden things of a day
seen by night,
when melancholically floating
like zephyr over the streets
houses looked like cages with iron bars
where wrong steps of each day
returned like steam spiders
tormenting people sleep
each morning
people start a journey way
and when didn't no more
where to go,
called children in aid
spent his whole life in the forest
forgetting talk with people
he had learned speech of birds
became a friend
of all forest's beings
and knew to fly
(translated from romanian)
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Marvelous composition with beautiful metaphor. 10++