The rain hits the window,
in lines and curves from tears of longing
Drops trickle down the crystal,
kissing hastily, cheek pressed
The lost gaze, among cloud tears,
through the beautiful setting
Your face takes shape,
across the boulevard,
shrouded in mystery!
From shadows and interwoven lights,
in its sweet nets it encompasses me
I look up at the sky,
so that I can lower it over the dreams
Under the snow of acacia flowers,
what comes out of the sky
It snows, it rains,
it carries us in the dance,
on open wings.
- Ileana Pascu
Moreni - Romania
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