Lavana Kray
the sea
is a tear in the window -
this agoraphobia
that grows in the ever-widening
space between me and you
if I were a leaf,
I would take a roundabout...
however
is the end of my road,
it has a no return sign
poplars in the wind -
my twin shadow left
the shore;
little waves of the lake
distorting my face
a day to cry
among old memories
in the attic -
the rain keep changing
its tempo on the roof
if you come
and can't find me anymore,
take a look among stones -
I'm still waiting for you
in our secret place
Mirela Brăilean
my ankylosed fingers
walking on the piano keys
what shrills sounds
just in my memory
the perfect melody
my prosthetic knee
leans against the bed -
I woke up late
in my dream
I had ran
all night
in the spider web not only its life story
the rice pickers
in the setting sun -
calligraphy
behind the fog
inside the fog
the fog itself
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