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Ioan Rusu Poem
With an ice aye
I'm looking over woods
when winter comes.
Leaves, as bloody tears
are crying an paths.
Lonely, trees are shivering
under a cold sky.
Somewhere, in the mountains
I see a deer pairs
with ice hearts,
but I know that their warmly love
will cross over this cold winter.
Copyright © Ioan Rusu | Year Posted 2005
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Ioan Rusu Poem
I run on the sand
in hot summer
somewhere
on a shore
The sunlight
burn my skin
and I swim
in the sea waves
Sometimes,
I look at myself
like in a mirror
reminding me
the lost summers
When you're young,
the time has no end...
Copyright © Ioan Rusu | Year Posted 2016
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Ioan Rusu Poem
Sometimes,
in the end of September
when leaves are crying
in the wild wind,
lonely on shore
I remember you.
Life has many ways
and there is nothing to say.
Running on sand
early in the morning
I am only waiting
The sunrise.
Another day will comes
and I know
that I will love you
forever…
Copyright © Ioan Rusu | Year Posted 2005
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Ioan Rusu Poem
On the infinite of sea
without shores,
only the horizon
run the clouds.
I remember,
from long time ago,
on the hot sand,
a young man
love a woman.
As the wind on sky
lavish the clouds
also the time
lavish
our loves.
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Ioan Rusu Poem
Sometime,even if we die
We still remember…
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White birds never die.
Like flowers, they are eternal.
Always, I believe in flowers and white bird
Honey, come with me
showing to you,
only to you,
how marvel is the world of flowers
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Ioan Rusu Poem
Sometimes,
I close my eyes
and I see
the sky and the sea,
the shore
and you,
walk lonely...
Late remembers
from a forget summer.
Copyright © Ioan Rusu | Year Posted 2005
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Ioan Rusu Poem
The autumn is coming
alone on streets.
Cold and rain.
With white hair,
older and older,
as the leaves will die
so will die the poet.
It will come the winter
hard and wild.
But after the death
of my body,
I still hope,
in all my soul,
that the spring
will come again.
Copyright © Ioan Rusu | Year Posted 2005
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Ioan Rusu Poem
On the shores
of the Mediterranean Sea,
at Benalmadena
the Spring is eternal.
When the sun rises,
over the olive grove,
in my soul
I hoped
that I will never
go old...
Years have passed
and now
when the sun rises
over the sea
and over the olive grove,
I enjoy in all my heart
that at Benalmadena
the Spring is eternal...
Copyright © Ioan Rusu | Year Posted 2022
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Ioan Rusu Poem
I cross alone the starve town in the night.
Ghosts at windows look the gray of the sky.
Cold and nobody is in the streets.
My footsteps ring on sidewalk
and the shadow lean more and more.
The death with her mowing
comes in the town.
Copyright © Ioan Rusu | Year Posted 2005
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Ioan Rusu Poem
In the heat of August,
On a peak
in Benalmadena hills,
I am looking
over the infinite of sea…
Maybe, I should think
about my existential problems
in a boundless universe.
Under a clear sky,
I dropped the meditation
and I ran to refresh my body
in the cold water
of the sea…
Copyright © Ioan Rusu | Year Posted 2016
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