Montreal Love

It will come a day
when the city will cover you
in the music of the bells,
when the clocks
will borrow the beat of my heart. . . .
It will come a day
when all the monuments
will cancel the cold light
of the glory,
when the streets will recover
the reason to be. . . .
On a very innocent cold weather
I will wait for you . . .
when the light bright more pure
in the alcohol of the sunrise. . . .
And would you come
with other memories
like the albatross
in the first migration
to the south cross. . . .

Vladut Mircea Tverdohleb vladut_mircea@sympatico.ca

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