... atâtea dulci dureri în carnea primăverii,
când moartea e doar un pariu al primului sărut,
și-n ochiul obosit se perindă năvalnic
ceruri cu tot strigătul lor mut,
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The search, the search, always lost within the search. Never reaching, the safe port we always search. Great poem. Powerful and deep.
Sandra, my Kind, you are like me, you feeel the great gift of poetry there where it exists! Blessings!
I would return into the knot I made with the soul and maybe now I would untie it, ..///touchingly wrote
Thank you In the name of ALICE PUIU! ! !