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Forgive Me, My Autumn!

My thought steals you,
Gives you to the hungry word,
He wants to feel your rusty twitch
Awakened from the sweet bitter sleep of
Time drunk with the perfume of
The lost seconds into infinity.
A whisper of leaves attracts me
In the dance of complaint, when the wind
Waves his tressses singing at dawn.
I waltz, I embrace the word
And I put him on the wave verse.
I feel how his hot breathing
Becomes a brush,
Painting your pale face
And naked body with rebels letters
Who sit as they want.

Forgive me, my autumn, because the rhyme
And even the rhythm,
Don't want to paint you
In my poetry!

Forgive me, my autumn, that in your gentle look
I can't see the storm that is destroying your dream
To dress to you up in love
And you stand with your naked body in the beating of north wind
That freezes the man and the word sometimes!

Forgive me, my autumn, because my word is blind
And he doesn't see your desire to defeat death,
To live in poetry among thousands of rhymes,
Among the living leaves, in the altar of the heart!

Forgive me, my autumn!

Irina Cristina Țenu

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