Grasps
A bilingual (English & Romanian) personal journal of more or less rhyming thoughts.
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Broken Wings
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Sunday, May 24, 2020
Time
Yesterday
Just the memory
Of today
Rain
Grasping the rain
Till there's no rain left
Into the rain
Home
On my way home
I think of dwelling
Then of the road
Monday, May 11, 2020
Celestial
Nebula's fingers
Spread into unknown
Down to one's windows
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