You left... [Ai plecat...]
You left, your longing lured your mind,
And went ahead, that was your lot,
My raging love you left behind
And quickly utterly forgot.
With broken heart and spinning head
I watched you going far away,
And many bitter tears I shed
On your dear footprints in the clay.
poem by Veronica Micle, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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