Another leaf fell

A leaf fell in your way
Wandering on the windy wing.
You saw it at the same moment
You crushed her by stepping over her.
She did not want to cry out after you,
No power to say how much it hurts
He was lost in the path,
The rains and winds passed over it.
He stood on the ground and wondered
What if the wind would take it
And for a moment in your palm she would sit down
But he stayed there somewhere.

A leaf fell in your way
And who knows how many things to fall
But you will never know
And he will not give you a thought
That the first leaf that fell on your way
It was me.

Poetry by Ioana Crăciunescu

What is man on earth ?!
Leaves weathered by wind ...
The wind blows and drives it,
And he does not know where he is.
So that's how it took me
I got to foreign sight.
It was good, it was bad,
I know God.
I returned home again,
But I have burned hearts
I ran out of the bush
I got some strangers.
I hurt or hurt,
I have no consolation.
Everyone is for himself,
Do not ask for your good
If you have or if you do not,
It's important to give them.
I wonder, but it makes no sense
In the middle is love, or is it just interest ?!

Poetry by Mariana Simionescu

Another leaf fell

Another leaf fell in ballerina waltz,
Slowly floating on the waves when the wind sinks,
Towards a cooler earth soaked by heavy rain,
Leaving the naked branches, the wind bends them

When it's stronger, releasing a song,
A song of pain as only he knows it,
After the green woven shirt in the chlorophyll,
What tossed them off the branches, strangely, without mercy.

A leaf fell and many would fall,
Making the codrul to cry under the snow cloak,
With tears under the genes for great pain
Without being able to ask anyone for any mercy.

A leaf has fallen, but others will grow
For the years pass in one, the earth turns
In cadence cycles, making it reappear:
After a gentle autumn, a cold winter, a sweet spring,

When they budded on the branches smiling under the eyebrows
They will give birth to other leaves with many more genes
And different roles on the planet's scenes,
Launching the truth: "The leaves are perennial.

Poetry by Corneliu Zegrean-Nireşeanu