Our Heros
Stars and trees
near our hearts stay awake
at the border between oblivion and immortality.
Snow,
it's raining,
or drought over rivers,
the light is on.
They were there, they are and will be for us,
trees,
stars
and knights.
The soldiers are buried, but not their being.
Florin PREDESCU
1 comment:
Many congratulations to the author for his beautiful patriotic poem!
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