Translation and proofreading of Oana Nechita
Author : Dorina Neculce the poetry writer
I fade away I
I told myself crumbling
one morning
as a light
at the edge of the fog
I will forget
love
hate
needs
……’time gives birth illusions, my dear’
and behind me the clouds were breaking
sipping my bars
in the open
only the train of death
will look
under the waves
a new shadow
another outpost
a world with the hands tied up
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