BalanceA Poem by Cristina MoldoveanuIf the angel should come to place my soul on a balance I will welcome him in my cathedral with beech trees burning like columns and fern leaves weaving translucent rings, stained glass married with light.
If he should ask or say that my heart is too heavy I will answer that this ancient well, riverbed of deep emotions, was always unreachable for its sweep.
© 2012 Cristina MoldoveanuReviews
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Added on July 20, 2012Last Updated on July 20, 2012 AuthorCristina MoldoveanuBucharest, RomaniaAboutPoor and alone, getting old in Bucharest, Romania more..Writing
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