sleepless night –
counting the drops of transfusion
and the shooting stars
Dan Iulian
refines my thoughts -
leaves blown by the wind
Ecaterina Neagoe
I put the old love letters
back in the box
Steliana Cristina Voicu
in the wake of the swan
the tremor of the moon
Dan Iulian
stopped smelling like anything
under the first snow
Cristian Mocanu
the vineyard full of grapes -
the father`s carafe
Ecaterina Neagoe
I still hope to be forgotten
in a cake shop
Dan Iulian
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