that thrill rekindled—
silently looking at leaves
whirling
in the wind
Mihaela Babusanu
a cart full of grapes—
father even since sunrise
cleaning
the barrels
Mihaela Babusanu
Saint Valentine's Day—
ripping the heart from my hand
a
strong gust of wind
Mihaela Babusanu
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