by Lucia Dărămuş

Autumn has never been more beautiful as now
the grain of rain weeps on the leaf —
heart, painted poem of God
which hangs in the shah of life
I play, I play this game
drawn smiles for a human mask
I have got in it – life and death
what does
to be or not to be’ mean?
Tombs, withered steps, skeletons
the grass kneaded with earth
ice music in wind
tearing the drip by drip life?
Autumn has never been more beautiful as now
through sea-plebs near cliff
laugh of child written on the sky
which hang in the shah of life.


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