so humble to pray
to gods unaware
of you and your home
and missing the roads
you once had bestowed
and stories untold
yet everyone there
still knows of the times
we walked bear in mind
so heavy the sky
so empty and grey
the end of an era
so humble to pray
go to sleep, little me,
go to sleep a silent death
we are not so used to be
a poetic minuet
go to sleep stars unfold
this is where I should lie
even though sky is cold
our stories never die
5th March 2018, Constanta, Romania