The Kindness
The sun
sliding toward the west on a ruby strip,
the tired sky sighs
sunlight bouquets,
open dawns from dawn
they start to draw their shutters,
from the subway, a great crowd
salty and grieved,
with sober and windy air
It cuts its way from the ground,
to the arranged houses,
on the city's metal skeleton
on the streets no rule,
cars - apocalyptic flies,
rushing down the boulevards,
only THE KINDNESS is waiting polite,
at the shimmering red light.
Corina Junghiatu
Bucharest, Romania
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