ROOTS
by Sorana Lucia Salomeia

Silent tears
Of the millions of lost footsteps
Have been pouring, one by one,
From the ceiling
Of this deserted cave,
Giving birth to darkened springs
That carry inside themselves
The sound of the falling drops.

These walls have preserved
Inside their cold stones
The history of unknown centuries,
The core within which
The waves were born
And then breathed over the spring.

Hidden in the shadow of time,
The roots of the spring
Reach out with a whisper,
Emanating the mysterious sap
From the depths of time.


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