Regrets

by Petru Racolța

When you cried in the rain
I wanted to block the springs
For the waters sanctified by your tears
Not to scatter on the ground

When you laughed in the sun
I wanted to surround you with a greenhouse
For the warmth of your smiles
Not to evaporate into the ether

When I felt your touch
I wished I could never die
For that divine feeling
Not to be wasted

I failed to make the pier,
I didn't even build the dome
And my body gives me signs of departure
Wasting all your gifts.

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