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Time Tide
by Vasile Baghiu |
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Time Tide
I walked down
the streets of Pompei,
over the big flag-stones,
feeling connected to a secret
mechanism
that ushers in time.
I entered the colorful
diversity of tourists
that gives a bit more
life to the ruins’ gray,
to the squares where the bustle
was even
more intense once.
I felt how an old computer
must when connected.
Though the little bulb of
memory
was still fluttering,
I could not enter online.
My faint hard disk
worked out capacities,
pressed by time tide
flowing down the streets.
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