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a religious poem

those days the sun flew like corn flour freshly ground at the mill’s race even in winter it was yellow when I pressed it..

maybe the years are to blame the age when withered women keep telling her she is still young she has a kitchen and a pantry s..

I lost a lifetime walking always on the road's middle between the two ways following the line drawn with white paint with a..

in a lonely woman’s world each crack in the walls is a twinge among the ribs the neighbors’ footsteps weigh on her c..

look closer at me my eyes open under eyelids when you fall asleep the earth has bitten from me until I became a half moon on the sk..

Right before sunset when lights are swimming like copper-colored fish near the water’s surface a bitter desire for freedom use..

Cristina Moldoveanu Writing