Poetry by Andreea Iulia Scridon

Like the Hungarian Lilac
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.
Now blind and misunderstood, dear Galileo,
The expression in your eyes so labradorite, ...


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