неделя, 20 март 2022 г.

Poetry by Bogdana Gageanu, Romania

Open window

The open window of the world is closed
The air of freedom is not feeling any more
It seems that the humanity is dozed
And that the sea is having little shore.
I need to breath,to travel far away
My heart intoxicated with bad news
The door is open but the heart says "Stay"
An open wish to help and open views.
The open window of the world will feel
Green air and freshness of the sky
The open window will have as a meal
The beauty of ours souls , with other dye.

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Mom
I came to your tomb this morning
To give you flowers,mom!
Unfortunately for me,you are not awake.
You sleep in the coffin.
It's Mother's Day
And I should celebrate you
But, instead, I comemorate you.
My single wish is to be alive!
I would do anything for this
Just to have you next to me!
I would stop eating too much cookies
I would stop losing time
Or stop other things
Just to have you.
Only my heart is keeping you
Never forgetting your portrait.
This painting of yours
Is a painting that I would never sell
For money.
This painting inside me has no price!

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The hourglass
When the hourglass is dropping sand,
Somebody is dying
And somebody is born.
This cycle of life continues.
I don't want to waste my time
Which is not enough
I just want to be happy that I live
And that I will remain the message from the bottle.

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A convict heart
I have a convict heart
Because you put it in chains
And I can not release her.
I am inside your prison
Forced to do what you want.
I have a convict heart
That does not know freedom
And does not have the right to choose.
I have a convict heart
Because I live in the cell of unhappiness.







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