The Old Monk Poem by ion untaru

The Old Monk



you ran with bare feet through grass
feet resplendent with morning dew
you began to sing and dance
and then you detached off earth
like a fairy

night you talked with me in my dream

the old monk of top of the mountain
pray every night for you

(translated from romanian)

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Village Finta, Dambovitza
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