Whispers [Şoapte]
In the sad night that keeps us now apart
Maybe you hear around some sighs bizarre
And fluttering of wings, words from the heart...
It is my longing coming from afar
And tired, next to you to sleep has flown,
As if it were a moth avoiding light,
Which at your head reposes with delight
On a small book closed quickly on its own
For sleep will keep us separate tonight...
poem by George Topîrceanu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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