TEAR OF A STAR

Your warmth,

a kerchief in the wind,

the kiss of rain and disenchant

A warming sun,

A Full Moon on,

A look of maidenhood without a guilt.

You used to fondle me

and comfort

with your hand just like a little quilt.

YOU

dandled me

and used to sing me bedtime stories.

My sweet mum,

YOU sweet tear of a STAR.

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Written by Băţmîndru Lucia

Translated by Romulus Florian ADAM