Poetry by Andreea Iulia Scridon

Like the Hungarian Lilac
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Again we missed each other on this track, 
Outran each other, or simply lacked synchronization, 
Regrets are useless once you’ve passed your destination.
And still I wanted to call, come back!
You were cold and beautiful like the Hungarian lilac;
A birth timed from its start in reversion
We forcepped what we could in overexertion,
Until the moths choked the garden black.
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Now blind and misunderstood, dear Galileo,
The expression in your eyes so labradorite, ...

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