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MOONLIT PICTURE
by Sorana Lucia Salomeia Thin clouds play with the moonlight Which spreads its wings on the entire sky. Oh, the moon… It looks like an endless stream of sadness On the bottom of a giant world, A silent stream running through the core Of my midnight thoughts. Every night, time and time again, The long breezes bring to the sea All the earthly pictures they meet And then spread them all along The shores of the sleeping world. Then we fill our lungs With the breath of the sea, A breath taken from the inestimable warmth Of this fantastic moonlit picture. The sound of the waves Beating against the shores of life Hides the eternal silence In the seas and oceans From your thirsty ear. How awfully sad The fate of the world would be If, one day, the vastness of the seas Would be just foam and clouds Coyly boiling, Spreading burns and ashes Under the celestial moonlit mirror. Copyrighted © Sorana Salomeia, Iasi, Romania
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