Man and the tree

Man is born of love,
The tree by sprouting.
The man grows big,
The tree ascends to the sun.

The green leaf has
And she boasts her loud,
Man works and gathers
And he has a good heart.

And when the winter of life arrives,
Man's hair is whitening,
The branches of the tree crush them
And both get old.

poetry by Vladimir Potlog

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A rusty autumn leaf is born in the spring, it passes through the summer of life, then the autumn slowly breaks out of the tree of life and says: "What a nice thing to fly for the first and last time!"

Viorel Muha (October 2008)

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Leaves rusty

Leaf, rusty foliage, who your lover knows,
Understand why you go on the water and the paths!

Frunze, rusty lady, comes to your flight an autumn
Gentle and generous and nesting in the house!

Spend your flight in the summer, sleeping on the genes.
It's like the dreaded dreams, on the ground, scared!

poetry by Ioana Voicilă Good