Elena Sandu - ..Pardon?

What is that sound?
The subway train?
The people's rush?
No, those are very quiet
comparing with the silent shouts
of hearts bursting of love!
Between cracks, I hear the warmest voice:
Don't keep inside: let out, share!
Then, comes an echo..
.. from here, and there..

-Pardon! ? !
-How?
-When?
-To whom?
and..where?

Elena Sandu

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