Nichita Stãnescu
Tell me, if I caught you one day
and kissed the sole of your foot,
wouldn't you limp a little then,
afraid to crush my kiss?...
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stumbled upon at Romanian Voice
(Tell me this won't haunt you like a lacey cobweb in the back of your mind.
Tell me you don't love poetry.)
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
A Poem
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