Autumn at the Hospital
Autumn strips bare in the clinic courtyard.
Until next year,
Doctors
And gods
Will labor to heal its branches.
Until next year,
Memories caught in the leaves
Will seek
The path back.
As for me
And you
No one will heal me.
Liviu Mircea
Poet • Globetrotter
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2026
Școala Ardeleană Publishing
2026
Școala Ardeleană Publishing
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