Friday, March 30, 2018

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Amazing solitude.

Only me and my cigarette,

and this tiny dragonfly

painted in Moldavian monastery blue.



Nothing threatens me,

not even the sun.

The sky is an immense cloud

made of mother-of-pearl.

The lake is an immense cloud

made of mother-of-pearl.

I am the mermaid of the lake.

— I am an infinite melody

like the murmur of the rain.



And I am clean,

like the poem I'm writing.
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Nina Cassian
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Dipak Adhya 31 March 2018

well written poem....carry on...good wishes..

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