Monday 26 November 2018

Maybe, maybe not...

When all is a fairy tale you stop dreaming of life !
To swallow your writing is like a soul without life in it .
I'm scared to show my feelings-thinking,
To shy of my own poetry .
I still wonder of the day when the heart 
will take back it's own breath in the galaxy of stars ! 
Did my heart stop somewhere to feel the love ? 
Show to myself the frozen felt of a late and warm winter ! 
May the glimpses of happiness walk to me for the first time ? 
Or will remain only for some like a sun-kissed ?
God, maybe I can't believe the miracle ?! 



- A. A. Popovici,

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