A cui Toamnă?!
Toamna a sosit
la propriu si figurat.
E placut, dar trist
că drumul s-a sfarsit.
Frunzele ei, cromate,
dulci-amarui sunt
relicve cu tine
adunate peste timp.
In padurea seculara
eu am gasit copacul nostru.
Patul facut de bratele sale
mă astepta pe mine, parcă.
Mă tavalesc in el si
ascult muzica tânguitoare
a frunzelor lui, foșnind
la urechile mele
cuvintele tandre de altadata.
Pe narile-mi îmbătrânite,eu trag
mirosul pământului reavan si absorb
amintirea parfumului tău rafinat si
mă cufund în somnul rece al iernii.
de Teodora Stoica -Ti:
Whose Autumn?!
Autumn has arrived
at literally and figuratively.
It's nice, but sad
that road it ended.
Its leaves, chrome
bittersweet, are
relics with you
collected over time.
In secular forest
I found our tree.
Bed made, of its arms
was waiting on me, though.
Me wallow in it and
listening to music sorrowful
of leaves rustled
at my ears
gentle words by old fashioned.
On my nostrils, aging I draw
smell of wet earth and absorbs
rembrance your exquisite scent
was drowning me in cold sleep of winter.
by Teodora Stoica -Ti:
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