We raise our arms
The street climbs into the sky
We lower our eyes
The roofs go down into the earth
From every pain
We do not mention
Grows a chestnut tree
That stays mysterious behind us
From every hope
We cherish
Sprouts a star
That moves unreachable before us
Can you hear a bullet
Flying about our heads
Can you hear a bullet
Waiting to ambush our kiss
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Comments1WOW, SO DEEP AND THOGHTFUL! VASKO POPA REALLY DOES A GREAT JOB IN CREATING SUCH A VISUAL AND EMOTIONAL POEM. LOTS OF SYMBOLS AND METAPHORS THAT REALLY MAKE YOU THINK. GOTTA LOVE POEMS THAT MAKE YOU REFELCT ON LIFE AND STUFF. I'M IMPRESSED!