Metamorphosis

The leaves fall through my footsteps

from stellar vaults

and I shudder

for how many times again?

and I feel...

the grafted neck

with tears

dew

rains

and fire...

Branches reborn from ribs

the modest sprouts

in sap – a living water

sprinkling my face

the leaves

the words

and my footsteps.

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Written by Băţmîndru Lucia

Translated by Romulus Florian ADAM