Stones And Stones Poem by ion untaru

Stones And Stones



Washed by the waters of time,
streaked with silver yarn
the stones talk to the sky;

Most of them expect to be collected
for cement of wich you rose
walls of castles
and complain when soldiers collect them
to feed the ballist

(translated from romanian)

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Village Finta, Dambovitza
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