ResurrectionA Poem by Cristina Moldoveanua poem about filliation, spirituality and the difference between man and womanIn my time I looked at my hands and I understood: Yorick died to me not so long ago. He was gentle and subdued in the hands of Hamlet Today I speak to Yorick's son, whilst through the pulse of my fingers © 2017 Cristina Moldoveanu |
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Added on February 20, 2017 Last Updated on February 20, 2017 Tags: spirituality, heritage, Magdalene, Yorick AuthorCristina MoldoveanuBucharest, RomaniaAboutPoor and alone, getting old in Bucharest, Romania more..Writing
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