Magdalena Biela Poems

Written on the wind

Written on the wind the words came one day,
shivering, and tired, and confused.
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This Autumn I mourn
the fear of a leaf
who paid to October
a fistful of days
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She wasn't taller than her doll-house.
She was still writing to Santa Claus.
Dark curly hair and wide open eyes
she piously kneeled piercing the skies.
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I stood silently watching the room

it was my last time there.
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Weep no more, my Willow Tree!
Fill by tears the ruffled Sea.
Shiver not, hold your breath still.
An it harm none, do as ye will.
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Flaming glowing moon, sleeplessness moon,
Overbearing, foolishness, in the heart of June
Mercilessly you torment my eyelids to falter,
I am hit by your ray like a boat by water.
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Emptiness

It was like a shell
without a pearl
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Sono seduta da così tanto tempo
in questa stazione
senza nome
che confondo i treni che arrivano
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Please, let me live, give me a chance

of life on Earth to have a glance,
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E-asa de trist să cugeti ca-ntr-o zi,
poate chiar maine, pomii de pe-alee
acolo unde-i vezi or să mai stee
voiosi, în vreme ce vom putrezi.
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