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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