“…the roses lie, the dreams deaf…”
Al. O. Teodoreanu

Autumn.
The heart is a bird
on a leafless branch,
under a leafless sky-
flaking of leaves
detaching from a careless tree.
Lag behind – goal, wilderness.
The wind
cruelly strikes the trunk of the tree,
in a desperate way
the branches
beg forgiveness, love,
the right to live…
Oh, God, to remain into the love,
not to be driven away…
Maybe because of fear, loneliness,
Now I should like to exchange all my memories,
for one moment
of true love.