Dum spiro, spero
Siberia is burning, Smoke outspreads across the globe.Krasnoyarsk is waltzing with deathbleeding their lungs, watching our powerlessness.Karma plays cards with humanity’s ambitionsYet wake up, people, We are the
The latest project from All Poetry came out as a beautiful poetry anthology. “Poetry is a Mountain” present to the readers some of the most
My Dear October, you will be full of dreamswhich spark over nights through mirth of the angels.Rejoining the hope I’m dancing the waltzof leaving and
There are Octobers in my dreams,Penning the tales on magic leaves,Singing the tune with angels’ psalms,Rejoicing peace through Autumn’s fall.When mornings paint the heaven’s arms,There
Since time compressed its game awaywith aiming bubbles everyday,my thoughts depend on coffee play,bicycle running like through day,ideas’ table could essaythrough older me, childhood’s portray.
Noi șovăiam ades pe cale Împleticind prejudecăți Pe-un colț de gând iar de prin cărți Scântei trudeam pe o cărare Sub geana zilelor în care
“The ‘Muse’ is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical equation. The gift are those ideas you think of as you drift to sleep. The
