marți, 22 februarie 2011

The Inn of Time


Once we met

On a whirling border of time

At the inn of the sad and brilliant
As I was standing in a ceaseless motion,
Looking at the tide of life
How it struggles
To escape the trap of time
That seizes, crushes and kills,
But also blossoms the feeble life.
We came from different ages
And at the table of eternity we sat quietly
An instant we touched
And we felt wrapped
Into the leaf of rustling of the merry ones
Forgetting both our missions
We made from time a moment
An Inn of the moment of the merry ones.

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