From the train [Din tren] - George Topîrceanu

Like a wave of clear blue sky
Swirling in a nomad flow
Blows the wind with a loud sigh
Over fields of fluffy snow.

Without aim, I must admit,
My stray thought runs and expands
Trying to compete with it,
And gets lost in far-off lands.

Added by: Octavian

Translator: Octavian Cocoş
Language: English


see more poems written by: George Topîrceanu



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