(it Was Autumn...) - Poem by Horatiu Stamatin
It was autumn when the moon was ashamed because of us. A Messenger came from his dark side.
Then my bridegroom costume awoke from its millennial drowsiness, rushed to the bridge end and stabbed the woman fallen in imponderability.
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