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How lost its strength... [Şi cum s-a stins...]
How lost its strength and then grew pale
That love which seemed to reach the skies,
You almost think it's just a tale,
Which you have heard from other guys.
And as the clouds on their long way
Forsake the land and the blue sea,
So the sweet thrill will go away
And dies the love which used to be.
The feeling is forever new
Deep down inside the mortals' chest,
And all the nature changes, too,
Until you find eternal rest.
And when I think of you, my dear,
I do not cry that we're apart,
Because today to me it's clear
That all the love, which fills your heart,
Will fade away without a trace,
As happened with your former lust,
Then death all passions will erase
And you will turn into fine dust.
poem
by
Veronica Micle
, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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