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Updated on November 21, 2015
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Mihnea-Andrei Andreescu is a Romanian Symbolist/Avant-Garde poet and author of "Of Ecstasy and Sorrow".

Wax owls croon in passing;

Voices art long gone...

Ebon clouds amassing

Like blank spots on a fawn.

I search for slender silhouettes,

Meager arsenic ghosts.

The marshes of a soul broil dark and wet.

And I'm their ailing host...

4 out of 5 stars from 2 ratings of This poem


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      Mihnea-Andrei Andreescu 2 years ago from Tilburg

      Thank you!

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      annasmom 2 years ago

      Second to last line is a killer. Thanks.

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      stella vadakin 2 years ago from 3460NW 50 St Bell, Fl32619

      Mihnea, your poem is very good and we can all relate to being in this lonely place. Nice

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      FlourishAnyway 2 years ago from USA

      To be at peace with oneself is sometimes the most difficult challenge. I enjoyed your poem.

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      Lawrence Hebb 2 years ago from Hamilton, New Zealand

      Beautiful poem

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      Paula 2 years ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

      Mihnea....Your poetry cries out from deep within your heart and soul and touches mine. I felt the pain of this piercing solitude. Up & awesome.....Pinned. Peace, Paula

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      Larry Rankin 2 years ago from Oklahoma

      Alone and lost. Have been there and will visit again whether I want to or not.

      Beautiful poem.

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      Mihnea-Andrei Andreescu 2 years ago from Tilburg

      Thank you too sandeep !I am happy you liked it

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      Sandeep Rathore 2 years ago from New Delhi

      "Yet the loss of someone dear

      Keeps his frowns and worries near."

      I love these lines. A good poem, indeed. Thanks!