Poezii

Grey-greenish benches bent over my steps while dark wood tiles shine into sun The grey, soft steps of past and sorrow melt, Troita’s silky black fur strokes my fingers. The vertigo of memories

Iubirea mea se uita la mine, Zambeste si buzele-i Infloresc privirea. Vine spre mine lin, Cautand ajutor Si-alinare de dor. Cand ma ia in brate Lumea se topeste Lumina umple camera Si