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fallen tree

Translation and proofreading of Oana Nechita Author : Dorina Neculce the poetry writer

I’m old today I have grooved skin of fallen tree I climb over the ruins and I sing with a feather shifted in my temple I bend over and I write epitaphs my hand is trembling as a violin the touch of the bow it dissipates me through space I become mistress wrapped in glass the quiver breaks me from thousands of pieces I get myself together -bloody dagger- blotting out the dusk