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Vitalie Bunduchi Poem
Every day I ask myself:
– What is real happiness?
A voice whispers from above:
– Have a good drink and make love!
The second day, but the same question:
– What in life is satisfaction?
A voice whispers from beneath:
– Simply look at a falling leaf.
On the third day – same turmoil:
– What’s imperative of all?
Whispers came from everywhere:
– Tell your loved-once that you care!
19.11.2022
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Vitalie Bunduchi Poem
I met a girl with a name from Skies.
With curly hair and big brown eyes.
From „loved moon” her name derives.
For all day long she simply shines.
She’s warm and light – a butterfly.
Cannot forget her. I have tried.
I might get blind and a bit confused,
She has the appearance of a Muse.
Her beauty’s dangerous like a fire.
She’s a hypnotic man’s desire.
Though, that is sure I will miss
Her juicy, soft, and passionate lips.
28.11.2022
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I’ve not been blessed with the muse’s grace,
She hasn’t come to my embrace.
She’s not my guide, no matter what plea,
However much I wished to see.
She appeared but for a fleeting glance,
Creating whirls in her dance.
Her wing brushed my cheek so tender,
The pale blush on my face did render.
Fair and loving, she’s alluring,
The temptress of my dreams.
Is she a fairy or a witch’s lair?
I’m unsure which, in truth, is there.
I can’t help but be selfish, I confess,
I want her presence, no more, no less.
Frustrated yet, I’m realistic,
The muse of light is the idealistic.
23.12.2015.
Copyright © Vitalie Bunduchi | Year Posted 2024
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