Flori Gomboș- ALL THINGS ARE GONE

Flori Gomboș-

ALL THINGS ARE GONE (TOATE SE DUC)

All things are gone

in ay song

which

is not mine.

Every thing

with his glory!

The thought

refuse the sad history

and a butterfly

is sealing

my mouth:

beyond the words

are beating nails

into ay rose.

I will walk thru the dust

untill l'll be

myself

dust.

This is the destiny!

At midnight

moon is sitting

hanged on

crills song

Soul,

where did you remained, soul?

All what's beautiful

is loosing, but

especialy

dawn-drops from you.

All they gone

into ay song

which

is not mine.

****Flori Gomboș****