'In Control' Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

The sky of youth was perfidious:
it has seduced our soft hearts
with the sublime smile of sunrays,
but it was hiding the rain—
the precipitation of first love's pain…

The innocence is always the fool! —
but the innocence was powerful!
nowadays, we are ‘in control'—
we are the meteorologists:

We prognosticate, we anticipate,
we temper the temptation, and
the temperature of our blood,
but we wish for the rain with its pain
to bathe in it again:

To cleanse the dust, —the rust
that has been accumulated
in these virginal vehicles of life,
whilst being ‘in control'.