first love

By tibi popovici

Tue, 08 May 2018
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The reed curtain,
dancing before our eyes,
in the gentle touch of the wind,
hiding the watery water
scrambling on the shore,
shaping the impression of a captivity on land, helpless to bring me closer to that sultry song..., left behind with the boldness,
with the proximity that could be awaken,
the imminent disappointment of a dream.

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