Listen night how things
are crying around us
our love - never enough shared
Reverent yourself before entry into sanctuary
city sleeps,
melancholy flow from night's lamps
Park distraught sigh of old autumns
An old man supported in cane
looking for his memories
among the fallen leaves
One of them stopped in his palm...
(translated from romanian)
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