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