A huge lilac bouquet in the night.
Heavy flowers, tears silence
Slowly left in the world.
The moon was off, it turned on
A little green light beside me.
It's the firefighter who, diligently,
He tells me "good night"
Every evening, dear.
His courage, his thought
She skins me in perfume,
Lilac perfume
Mov, Pink, White ...
And the soul is full of
The desire to protect him
To prolong his life.
Do not go,
Please, please
In my thought,
He's still living with me a season,
A summer, an autumn ...
or a life, my wonder,
My Mystery.
poetry by Rada Rancu
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Hello -I'm @yasayanoluler I follow and will upvote, support you. I like it.
I really enjoyed the vivd imagery of the bouquet of flowers and the lilac color in itself, as it is such a lively one, along with the mysterious tone through which you search and long for love. The last stanza really expresses this perfectly. Well done, and thank you for sharing!
If you are interested and have some spare time, I also have some poetry on my blog.