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Old heart -.

" old heart, 
time of a miracle!
thoughts are so lonely,
when I look in time of my soul.
black eyes smiled at me, 
my lips shine on my face!
words unspoken in my head, 
are dancing like the wind in summer.
may the time pass away, 
my memories will stay with me, always!
even old I will be here, 
in my wheelchair...
hope that never will I see, 
blessings in the past of a day.
waiting of tomorrow,
song that my feet are singing!
missing, somewhere in the past, 
old days!...

What is a love story really ?
If not a life of sacrifice for the one you lOve ?

                                            - A. A. Popovici,

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- A. A. Popovici,

Green writer.

In time with my books.  In time with my thoughts. In time with my desires. In time with my sadness. In time with my writing. In time with my dreaming. In time with my plants. In time with my darkness.


In time with my lost hopes. In time with my sad piano -melody. In time with my waiting...  In time with my travel, feelings.


In time is my window door!


In time with my shadows. In time with my lover. In time with my thinking. In time with my happiness. In time with my words. In time with my loneliness.


All that I desire, All my dreams, All my hopes, Are in time for me!


I’m a green writer! In time with my own poetry! In time with my library of books.



                           - A. A. Popovici,

Morning year !

Scent of a man.
Art of a room.
It was lonely.
Happy new year is home.
Last feelings inside!
Be your own kind of fashion.
Friday cat friend.
Cappuccino outfit color.
Newspaper look.
Mood of a feeling.
Art without o feeling.
Touch of a word.
An hello of a good morning year!
Warm season is just you.
Wishing of you to be here.
Morning is a loneliness day.
Two hearts are alone.


- A. A. Popovici,