poem
on the golden mane of the wind
vague buzzing of trills dies out in the distances
on the twilight towers.
Brown shadows combine with the sombre ecstasy
the day flows slowly through the silent forests
serene flowers sing themselves the purple head
the gate of fire flickers silverly.
Hazy dream resounds in abyss
dew of clouds takes down in circles
whispered rustling sits down on the eyelashes
nectar of love rises at dawn.
Poetry by Valentin Gabriel Cristea
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Written on 2006-06-24 at 10:38
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Song from a distance
Carpet of leaves waves gravelyon the golden mane of the wind
vague buzzing of trills dies out in the distances
on the twilight towers.
Brown shadows combine with the sombre ecstasy
the day flows slowly through the silent forests
serene flowers sing themselves the purple head
the gate of fire flickers silverly.
Hazy dream resounds in abyss
dew of clouds takes down in circles
whispered rustling sits down on the eyelashes
nectar of love rises at dawn.
Poetry by Valentin Gabriel Cristea
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Written on 2006-06-24 at 10:38
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