ermetică
sufletul meu
-pasăre amară-
îmi smulge rădăcinile
printre mâini
prefabricate
din lacrimi de soare
aprinde macii
în lanuri albastre
ca pe o candelă
a tăcerii
hermetic
my soul
-the bird bitter-
It plucks my roots
between hands
prefabricated from
the tears of the sun
light the poppies
in blue fields
like a candle
of silence
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