Unquiet you walk
Along the rims of my eyes
On the invisible grating
Before your lips
My naked words shiver
We steal moments
From the unheeding iron saws
Your hands sadly
Flow into mine
The air is impassable
Trans. by Anne Pennington
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Far Within Us #3
Vasko Popa
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Poem topics: walk, iron, invisible, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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