Helplessness Poem by ion untaru

Helplessness



helplessness of every day
tied me hands and feet;
fate sentenced me to exile
in the middle of people

I go to bed thinking to cranes
and I dream flying

ingenuous child climb in life
loosing its purity
adult man descend stairs
trying to regain lost empires

(translated from romanian)

Friday, June 19, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
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ion untaru

ion untaru

Village Finta, Dambovitza
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