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Loneliness of my birthday ^^.

                                                 
                                               
I stopped to think that you can make it happen, Lord! Yellow sun- in the last days of summer, a place time for sad people like me, are the loneliness ones! Happy Birthday, isn't something that last it just disappear in a memory! How will be that day when even flowers will pass away like the smell of nowhere? What should I do about my loneliness? People come and go but, no one stay's like the one that I can't see it. True happiness isn't in a day- my day, it just be the sadness me! I will miss the color that don't exist for me, the lOve that my mind dreams about it. Stay still, don't go like a bouquet of a dreaming day, gift of an lonely heart. Be there in someone's soul, like books that are my true lOve and a good friend always, they never lose hope on me!., Why do I need love, if isn't for me? Should I keep waiting, but for what- only for my friends dreams to come always true but, for me? Someday I will understand that for me it wasn't it, or I just think that life isn't for me a happy place to dream about it?! Where, will go my loneliness, if I will stop to exist? ^^


                                                                                                 - 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,