New Vistas
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Mihaela Pirjol
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My heart—a stranger to our love;
It does not recognise us anymore:
Our love—its devastation.
From sources unknown,
It has built itself a new dwelling:
The finest renovation!
I am new to myself.
I walk its corridors with an uncertain pace:
Marvelling at its labyrinths;
Day by day, discovering new vistas
Opening to the vast Unknown;
Welcoming a lost soul.
There are still old paintings of you
Hanging on its lustrous walls;
Seemingly fading behind me as I pass,
With a movement of a new verve,
And a peculiar curiosity; wondering about what else
Is to be revealed.
Sometimes I pause, and I linger a little longer
Before a painting, where apparently,
The master artist's hand of love,
Artistically has immortalised your visage:
I take my time…I delight in its beauty
With half a smile, but—no consternation.
I have yet to discover, the fascinating miracle
Of this new heart of mine.
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