Cristian Leontin Glavan

Bridge To Better Days

Soothing bricks, I find, together aligning
Time-eaten towers crumbling aside,
To songs of church choirs, Alas! The shining,
As my own self-hindering visions collide

To the point of a door made of ivy,
For as the castle dissolves, angel'd arise
And thus taken this path, form of an abbey
To where the songs and I should praise

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