with mind's eye
over mountain trails,
the footsteps of Basho
too long winter
with thick clothes
around the stove
in a tight cage
dog and cat,
keeping warm each other
only three lines:
from chosen words
window towards sky
weapons and drugs
suffering and death,
for dirty money
(translated from romanian)
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