these cranes
dabbing the
surface of my dreams
don’t know
to spread
their wings
and burdened
of horizon sweep
they die at my
feet
shall I ever
meet
his reflection
in mine
this tiny
memory imprisoned
in a storyline
my love,
I will send
you the cranes
as a beautiful
sign
should you
master the wind
as they learn
how to fly
my reflection
in yours
shall not die
19th
April 2018, Constanta, Romania
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