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Pebbles and oak trees

Pebbles and oak trees,
strewn on the footpath,
among hills, among small villages
forgotten by the world,
where longing takes me.

Pebbles and oak trees,
stars like ice,
and on the mountain crests,
where the flute sings,
the dawns are quiet.

Pebbles and oak trees,
a paper flower,
keeping watch under the icon,
the room soldier,
an angel made of copper.

Romanian version

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