A Quarter For My Soul

A Quarter For My Soul short poem

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I begged at the corner of the street but no one understood:
only a bit of sunshine please,
it costs half a dollar by tram
to get out from the shadow of civilized ghettos,
to renounce my cornflakes with yogurt,
only half a dollar for the 13th hour tram,
even if lonely women are conspicuous in city parks;
some people give tens of dollars to watch movies at the mall and they are allowed to do this,
others give hundreds of dollars for Iphones because they have who to talk to…
but only the heart, decent folks,
the heart mends with sunshine,
otherwise it becomes suspect
of a cancer that has not yet been discovered, or maybe the human himself grows leaves
in his entrails for always
in the shade of cold concrete
where even the sun costs half a dollar…

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I am from Romania, I write poems and haiku and sometimes I translate them into English. My poems and haiku were published in various e-zines or poetry journals and magazines in print in Romania or abroad. Poetry is for me like champagne poured in a mug. I discovered this site and I can say that I found many good poems here.
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