TIMES

TIMES

There are times

And days in months,

Or minutes in weeks

When your name

Writes itself

In the shape of my thought.

It’s then

When

I try to stop the second

And touch you with one word.

But what would it be?

Poezia din noi: MY FRIEND

Poezia din noi: MY FRIEND: MY FRIEND You’re   not just fine, You, dearest friend of mine. I don’t fit words your person to define. And all my thoughts T...

MY FRIEND

MY FRIEND

You’re  not just fine,

You, dearest friend of mine.

I don’t fit words your person to define.

And all my thoughts

That have been shared with you,

Were always told to unify or hearts.

My words to you,your words to me,

Become a token of our greatest days,

They’re very dear, and see?

Our ways have moved

To those "down under” parts, beyond all seas...

Your lines are brought to me by modern winds,

By artificial angels with no wings,

I read them slowly

So to see

What feelings and impressions have been sent to me.

These are the mirrors of myself in you,

Unless I have a small place there,

My effort’s bare and

Going on towards you

I won’t dare.