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PAGINILE Iulia Plăiașu
The other light
The light is cold, too cold to dare
Call the winter on its name
A strange light opens a gate
But they do not know those mountains As it always gets revenge
Have fallen, released the light As it always changes the world
A cold breeze has got so close To fit another name I give
As the phantasm fell with them To twist along the lines - my life.
Or rose to unknown heights.
Defeating the foreseen
Twisted way of flying through
Through the entangled truth
Mistaken the origins of a star
Now flying free but looking back.
That life fails now to be seen
Over the lost names of the Earth,
Framing the mystical destiny of it
Tainting the cursed ancient name.
The flying star twists in the air
It notices somebody, and replies,
About a twisted shadow hiding
Through the mirror of a full life.
128 REVISTA NOASTRĂ nr. 43/44
