the sea
is a tear in the window -
this agoraphobia
that grows in the ever-widening
space between me and you
if I were a leaf,
I would take a roundabout...
however
is the end of my road,
it has a no return sign
poplars in the wind -
my twin shadow left
the shore;
little waves of the lake
distorting my face
a day to cry
among old memories
in the attic -
the rain keep changing
its tempo on the roof
if you come
and can't find me anymore,
take a look among stones -
I'm still waiting for you
in our secret place
PERSOANE INTERESATE
miercuri, 28 octombrie 2020
The Bamboo Hut journal of English language tanshi Nr. 4 2020
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