Christinne Radu Poems

Mornings filled with fragrance of quinces
Milky afternoons and the fog of the burnt memories
Sunsets of honey and blood
Violet streaks
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Your love hides behind the phantasy stamps
From the root of the snowed cherry tree
The sun rising over the tops of pagodas
Is as perfid as you are.
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I opened the door of your eyes
Neither darkness, nor tears
Just light
Fallin on the root of the rivers
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You left me sleeping in the shadow of the green seaweeds
An easy prey for the barbarian adoration of the Poseidons,
Without ever seeing only a star again
In which I could distinguish your eyes.
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Soles dipped in the air of the polar night,
I stepped over this season
Without sensing the scent of the roses born from the stone,
Without unveiling the mysteries of the beginning of June from the wild strawberries shrubs
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Tell me why I don't like Mondays
And Tuesdays too
And the whole week, month, year
And life
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Where is your love?
Somewhere...
Buried, burnt, surrounded by walls
In bloom, floating, trodden
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It's raining outside
And in my soul,
Over my life
I feel myself leaking thru stones,
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I thought nobody else has a smile like mine,
I thought nobody else has a hair like mine
And the hazel light of my eyes
I thought nobody else could love as only I do
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Liquid crystals fall from the sky
Like stars melted in Hephaistos' oven
Maybe its a time for hope
I walk on the sleeping streets
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