Biscuits
Some get bread
the others are thrown crums
The ones who do not wait are chewing biscuits
with their teeth sharpen by need
They do believe in the next day
For them the field grow spears
among the ruins
Tellus, Grinta Publishing House 2012
(pen name: Calin Derzelea)
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