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Mirela Necula , Romania
  

We loved each other as we knew best 

On the dream’s green edge in the night,
 In a bohemian with grace and love in whispers, 
A suffering longing that I don't know how to name, 
He had made his way through the clouds that were flowing coppery. 

Love had come in a low, comforting voice. 
For me, for you, like an ongoing tornado, 
We loved each other as we knew best, comforted by clear winds, 
Then standing in line to happiness, standing forever. 

The sigh was waiting for us, too, with the unblinking eye, 
Unleashed wherever there was light, it seemed to whisper to us, 
But we didn't understand, I didn't see you bothering either, 
In your arms when you held me, you didn't want to, you couldn't talk. 

And sitting awkwardly on the holy solace, 
The passion was screaming with the loudest voice, 
The dream was either midget or big, an unquenchable fire, 
Flames were thrown on snowy shoulders, and we lit up. 

And a faithful, faithful rain was beginning, 
Gaze to gaze we loved each other, what a dream, what an astonishment,
I don't know child whether we will wake up in the sunny worlds! 
You were telling me trying not to wake up the big dream! 
For you I remain love broken from the sun! 
Lasting forever, melted like a candle! 

..and we woke up from a dream like two travelling Phoenix Birds.

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