Clementina Bertea, Poet

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It's raining..., memories of autumn rain down inside me, silences cry, sad drops in wicked thoughts. The moon trembles, even the stars, the wind strips them of sins, naked they hide in the shadow of a cloud. The night is only noise..., clamor in the sound of a rain that knocks on the window of the heart, tears wandering in the emptiness of the soul. The darkness is silent on a dying leaf, in the mirror of the lake I look at the rain and me, two sadnesses in a drop of water...

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