WorriesA Poem by Cristina Moldoveanu
I am extracting with effort from the memory season autumnal tears cold and warm.
What’s the use, said you, to cry in so many colors painting my windows with the subjective version of your story ? And besides this, you can see how difficult it is to cry them because barely coming to life they petrify and fall down.
Therefore I am worried that my windows will break and the cold will get inside… over both of us.
(2008) © 2012 Cristina MoldoveanuAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on July 23, 2012 Last Updated on July 23, 2012 AuthorCristina MoldoveanuBucharest, RomaniaAboutPoor and alone, getting old in Bucharest, Romania more..Writing
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