oct. 262021
”Oblivion comes . . . came.
A tear falls; total silence,
The tired lamp twinkles,
Every touched thing whispers, let me alone.Now…
Listen, outside the rain sheds its tears ―
A serious dispute centers on
A scrap of a small shoe in an old park . . .I sleep . . . I listen . . .
Outside a window, autumn says:
Oh!”George Bacovia, ”Nocturne”