Promised Land Poem by ion untaru

Promised Land



The sand burns the soles of feet
missionary went, scanned horizon
always going away

Researching with the eyes of the mind
beyond the horizon,
the country of poetry
and its choosed people

(translated from romanian)

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Village Finta, Dambovitza
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