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Bukovina,1989

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The peasant man still burns his leaves
which rise into Romania’s skies
like smouldering stars above its eaves.
With grubby hands he shields his eyes,

but cannot stop the acrid tears
from flowing down his ruddy cheeks.
The sum and meaning of his fears
are in the yellow smoke that reeks.
His bale of hay receives a tine,
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