A Shooting Star Poem by Vasile Serban

A tombstone is my thought,
I made my tomb out of thoughts
I knitted my shroud from hundreds of ideas
And out of sadness I finished my coffin.

I buried myself in the sunrise
When no one was outside
Just me, a small and insignificant creature
I was cooling my feet in death.

I wandering with the shadow of the spirit, the moon
I then stopped at each star
I wanted to forget the earth
For no one wept at my death.

I absolutely twinned with the Universe
To invent a new star together
In which we do not put thoughts,
And I will lie forever in it.
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I involuntarily remembered the past
When I saw your face in stardust
And on the day when I was working a corner of a star
I decided to visit your land.

But moments had turned into hours
And the days turned into years,
And I had traveled thousands of years
When I got to see the earth again.

From above, from the sky full of stars
I sought to see your face again,
But because I didn't find you anymore
Out of grief, I threw myself into the sea