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Silviu Craciunas Poem
Show me the sun
of the night
show me the stars
of the day
There are not day
in the night
there are not night
in the day
There are sun
in your soul
There are stars
in your eyes
Show me your soul
each night
Show me your eyes
each day
Copyright © Silviu Craciunas | Year Posted 2011
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Silviu Craciunas Poem
Because I am your star
life shines in the sky
night loves to sleep late
the day closes its eyes
If you want be my star
become alive on earth
become the night’s lover
be a man in the dawn
Because I am your dream
life pierces in your mind
the night gazes into your soul
the day takes its stroll
If you want be my dream
seed life in my arms
pour passion in the night
transform the days into flowers
Because I am your warmth
life swims in your blood
night overflows your heart
the day longs for the night
If you want be my warmth
allow blood to come alive
shed the night from the heart
the day caresses the night
You and I are in love
me and you in the night
If you are my dream
I become reality
You and I are in love
in the night, you and me
If I am a real women
you pass into eternity
Copyright © Silviu Craciunas | Year Posted 2011
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Silviu Craciunas Poem
I'm sorry that I killed
a little flower.
She loved the sunrise
and the dreamy night,
she loved to nourish
with the dew of life,
colorful looks
skyward to turn,
to raise into heaven
in the summer wind
her discreet perfume,
and the moon to adore
in the twilight brink,
the whole time
believing in humans.
Old-children are left standing
amongst wilted flowers
with a bullet to chat
and in orphaned evenings
they quietly hear
hot crosses starting to cry
for their many yearnings.
By the fields angels have gathered
to choose the day
when the lives of flowers
on crosses will break
and humans will deny.
I'm sorry that I killed
a blossoming poppy,
when death we brought
into this world
the poppy died too.
Copyright © Silviu Craciunas | Year Posted 2018
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Silviu Craciunas Poem
May grow in the desert
the inert body with buds of soul, but
no one, nobody really,
didn't smell his flowers and if
no one, nobody really,
did not see the tears
from the mother's eyes,
what is the point of glorifying
the flowers of paradise?
No one, nobody really,
don't answer when we ask
in a mother's prayer
let the truth come
from the lifeless body,
not even God?
The earth is barren
when flowers die
behind the children.
Copyright © Silviu Craciunas | Year Posted 2025
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Silviu Craciunas Poem
The earth wept for no reason
under a soft articulate noise
of auctioned lives,
a beautiful dream, slowly dying.
Rottenness seeks in the soul
righteous prey,
grown from pure moments
in which the whiteness of thought
nurtures the hope of cleanliness
away from the smell own rot,
inherited from primary birth.
I feel the path in the whites of my eyes
through the chain of peoplecrucified
only for the future millennia.
We collect the rusty nails with tears
let's stick them on the sky.
Through the ancestral valleys
the blood of the crusaders flows,
furrowing the carapace of faith
to destruction.
One earth,
one history,
hangs like a ripe fruit
in the grown tree
from the heart of the universe
ready to taste the putrefaction.
On another branch
a flower opens
in the prehistory of another fruit.
The earth wept for no reason
under a soft articulate noise
of auctioned lives,
a beautiful dream, slowly dying
Copyright © Silviu Craciunas | Year Posted 2025
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