Hey, Traveler! Poem by Dorina Neculce

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I try to climb my shadows towards the sky
my knees are sitting under steps of smoke
I pass through the silent crowds covering with my palms
spring of 2012
now when the taste of the bread has hardened
I feel how my eyes are struggling again
in my left hand and
I pass from one
edge to the other
these roads
when have they fallen down
..............................................................
hey the traveler!
my stories
are written with fingers of blood
herbs and dreams have coloured them
I am the white bird
in the late nights
the hunters of the hearts *star
they have won me