I Let My Soul Sing
I was playing with some words,
In my native Romanian Language,
I heard singing golden birds,
I knew I'm at a disadvantage.
How to make my words a song?
How to make the verses fly?
How to make my statements strong?
How to make peoples cry?
How to put laughter in rhyme,
Or the rainbow in my paper?
How to put a stop to time?
How should I describe a vapor?
I closed my eyes and dreamt,
and I let my soul sing,
touched by the angel sent.
He got me under his wing.
I learned that the sun can smile,
and about the talking sea,
I learned about the rhythm and style,
I discovered poetry.
I learned that rain means sorrow,
or new life, or grace and blessings,
White snowdrops could mean tomorrow,
I learned how the choir sings.
Years, decades have passed by,
A few books, thousands of poems,
My angel watches from the sky
to his special, favorite poet.
poem by Marius Alexandru (September 2020)
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