peace -
over the battle line
flocks of pigeons
from a few silables,
a thin haiku
like a steel sword
morning
on the Mayor fence
a suspect crow
summer evening,
a star and a glow-worm
ardently talking
clock fault
time off
lack of a screw
sphinxe -
each of us ask something
to other
amphora
deciphered by computer
potter' sing
(translated from romanian)
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