Bridge · Concrete

Manhattan

In the garden of Manhattan
things are moving very fast.
Tiny clouds on the horizon,
waves are resting here at last.

In the garden of Manhattan
there’s no once upon a time,
things all taken as they happen,
blue bird sings without a rhyme.

All is white, and all is yellow,
seasons change without a sign,
never-ending silent hour
in fog beneath the dawn.

Romanian version

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