poem
is carried out infinitely
in my mind.
Sun is smiling very kind,
the poplars are waltzing in searching for
the ideal partner,
and the rivers ripple trembling
having fishes as mezzosopranos.
The butterflies describe eliptic trajectories
around the flowers
and a cat is trying
to play with butterflies
without success.
Up to the sky
a great grey eagle
is flying over the valley
searching for the prey.
There is no dance, no music,
only hunting.
In my heart, there is a part
of each one of these wonderful hearts.
Poetry by Valentin Gabriel Cristea
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Written on 2006-06-24 at 11:12
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Dance of the hearts
Dance of the swansis carried out infinitely
in my mind.
Sun is smiling very kind,
the poplars are waltzing in searching for
the ideal partner,
and the rivers ripple trembling
having fishes as mezzosopranos.
The butterflies describe eliptic trajectories
around the flowers
and a cat is trying
to play with butterflies
without success.
Up to the sky
a great grey eagle
is flying over the valley
searching for the prey.
There is no dance, no music,
only hunting.
In my heart, there is a part
of each one of these wonderful hearts.
Poetry by Valentin Gabriel Cristea
Read 958 times
Written on 2006-06-24 at 11:12
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