Roşu Cenuşă Poem by Julia Black
Roşu Cenuşă
A crescut o biserică
peste cimitirul inimii mele
fără să ştiu.
Clopotele bat încontinuu
chemând pe cel-ce-nu-vine.
Niciun nume de pe lumea asta
nu poate fi strigat.
Încă.
Crezi că ai putea
să intri în biserica sufletului meu,
să şezi pe o bătaie de inimă,
să asculţi ceea ce nu poate fi rostit?
Thursday, November 3, 2016
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