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Jan 2014
I wrote a poem
like a lonely woman
crying for someone
to make a gift of it
whoever passed by
dropped the wellโ€™s lid
without looking down

from too much yelling
my eyes got dry
I was blind
it was drought
the acacia grove whistled
for such waste

suddenly the wind
bent my crisscrossed arms
I breathed soul to soul
I cried tear from tear

someone left
without a word
my poem stuck to his soles
like dust

I tore a leaf and signed
I, anno domini
Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu
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Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu  52/F/Bucharest
(52/F/Bucharest)   
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