My wings have not widened for a trivial Love,
You just have filled your emptiness…
My light reveals your soul’s wrinkles,
Singing this song, I do not know anymore…
The moment got stoned inside the adversity,
Too early became too late!
Not even my insane flight is aerial enough,
And I got tired of being afraid
Of the shifting shadow of the Present.
That you were here,
But you chose not to become!
Your departures still whistle in my tympanum,
No more icons inside this Love sanctuary…
You are aching inside my open wound!
Remembrances about you became like footnotes
And the punctuation replaced all my words!
The light’s rustle chant your presence no more!
I am still here… humming my melody… telling you
My wings have not widened for a trivial Love!
©Anca Mihaela Bruma
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