Ghosts Poem by ion untaru

Ghosts



ghosts moved at night
a hill from its place
and the first passenger in the morning
heard a crying violin

birds no longer took flight
from the camp rocks
and before your destiny
two blue rivers waiting

Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,destiny,ghosts
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ion untaru

ion untaru

Village Finta, Dambovitza
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