Cold world

by Andrada Costoiu

I follow my path into the roaring whirlwind,
Searching for you.
They told me to stop, but I did not listen,
I do not listen still.

I feed on your invisible presence,
Is it madness to think that the world has no meaning without you?
Reach out with your spectral hand and catch me,
Would you?

I hate prudence because it grips my flight,
I have to be quick or you will disappear ….

Love! They say you don’t exist anymore,
But I’m here…..I see you!
I’d give you the coat off my back so you would not shiver,
What have they done?

No, it’s not over, there is hope.
Me and others,
We’re desperately insomniac, but we still dream.

And ashes would be all that’s left of cowards’ resignation. 
Stay, stay with me,
Because I would rather die of passion than of cold.

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3 thoughts on “Cold world

  1. Hello dear Andrada.
    “No, it’s not over, there is hope.
    Me and others,
    We’re desperately insomniac, but we still dream.”
    I try to keep positive for my five grandchildren. I see people escaping their cities in Ukraine. Break my heart. Those poor people. Trying to escape war. I pray they can.

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