I
wish I could be
a
red golden leaf
that
falls from the tree
looking
for relief.
To
let go in air
on
my lifeless float,
every
single fare
in
life that I wrote.
I
wish I could be
a
red rusty leaf,
that
falls from the tree
to
forget the grief.
If
you find me soon
kiss
me, to uncover
spells
of full moon
and
I’ll be your lover.
Cecilia-Anca Popescu left
Romania in 1993, shortly after the Revolution. Today she is managing a chemical
lab in her country of adoption. Burdened with the nostalgia of every Romanian
immigrant, Cecilia-Anca Popescu writes about the drama of the expat, about
her life experiences, and sometimes about her cats.
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