In Anticipation

Just as You seem to appear

That I lose You beneath the lead

of my vain thoughts

Just as it begins to dew

the premonition of Love

That the sleepless worm

pours its poison...

Oh, when will we remain in the world

only You and I

will I believe?! will I know?!

When all disparate images will perish

when all fears will fall silent

and the last moment will not yet have arrived

In that interim...

what will I do?!

How can I remain bound to You

on this side and beyond myself?!

Maria Dragomirescu

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