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the day hastened towards sunset
piling up the clouds beyond the line
of the horizon that whispered
towards the shore the stir of a night
of summer somber with rain
the old man rested his staff
of life, parting like
Moses the waters
the outer from the inner, in
the hoariness of tears that watched the world
fleetingly through the words
etched by time in memory
the sea had silently begun to
cleanse the earth of flowers
lonely
Fr. Cristian Muntean
Watercolor by Horia Țigănuș
From the volume „The Color of the Day – Poetic Journal”, Creator Publishing House, 2025
4 Comments
Ecaterina
Noaptea ia locul zilei, se schimba fața pământului ...totul în adierea ușoară a vântului... pe Muntele Horeb... ...totul la unison.
Maria Tudor
Pitoresc
Marius
Sublim 🙏
Anastasia
Mă cufund și mă odihnesc în versuri, mulțumesc! Foarte fain!!!