Are you trying to tell me something?
I can see it in the angle of your flight
The inner movement of your heart
Makes it clear
Beyond a shadow of a doubt.
The guilty colour of your eyes sways
As enchanted spheres are moving by
The laurel leaves of victory whisper
Out of sight, not of mind.
Between us always
The pangs of conscience,
The sufferings we’ll leave behind.
Aleea Alexandru 