Silence Of Niches Poem by ion untaru

Silence of niches is fallen
Snow blue, waves over grove
Foxes away from stove
A guilty afternoon is stolen

Foreign thoughts as lobby terms
Over which you can not pass
From Aztec ciphered in glace
Messages, immune to germs

Stallions of youth in gallop
Clear pasture, typhoon
Tingly rays of moon
Closed in every drop

Nights comming from abroad
Wild beings always dare
Where our money bags are,
Horses and carriages of the road?

(translated from romanian)