Meadow gentle loosen <br />Green areas where they <br />Hear noise of the villages from <br />Then silence, anyway <br /> <br />A scary trunk on a hill <br />More than an opaque curse <br />Hangs from every tree <br />Unspoken fear of a prayer <br /> <br />The soft murmur of the water <br />Avoiding with fear a forest <br />Over which falls an ax <br />Cutting invisible threads <br /> <br />Migrating birds come and go <br />Over these lying horizons, <br />The shores of an ancient Corinth <br />And the poisoned gift of a Greek <br /> <br /> <br />(translated from romanian)<br /><br />ion untaru<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/migrating-birds/
