when a child goes to bed sad
an angel comes from heavens
to bring him the most beautiful dreams
sadness of the steps
on the desert promenade
whisper of waves
or my own thoughts?
and this howler
behind the forehead
which never stops
evening falls tired
like an imminent warning
before the storm
(translated from romanian)
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