I Am The Child Poem by ion untaru

I Am The Child



My face that I don't longer know
and that I explore carefully
vipia afternoons, a flute
tears of sorrow it's lonely

So alone, what can I hope?
nobody needs me
I am the child who comes
from the bridge of iron and stone

(translated from romanian)

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Village Finta, Dambovitza
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