Poetry
by Aida-Flavia Ciucaș
apple skin.
tears dried
before the bite.
seeds sleep.
no roots.
no rain.
an orchard
of silence
in my palm.
Appeared in Issue Spring '26
Romanian-Italian
First Language(s): Romanian
Second Language(s):
English,
French,
Italian
Stadt Graz Kultur
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