Privesc spre cer chiar cind nu vad nimic,
Sunt atit de fericita ca pot sa disting.
Formez din nour-aer,apoi il opresc.
Atunci cind pe un minut,eu nu vreau sa traiesc.
Si cind acel vint din departari,
Ce nu se mai opreste, nici la strigari.
Ce uita de virgula,ca mai apoi
Sa aduca acel soare din noi.
Natura danseaza cu melodia sa
Ea astfel imi linisteste,privirea mea.
Ma intreb oare ,daca existati?!
Acei oameni,care melodie muta ascultati.
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Hello, there! My name is Diana. I was born to inhale words instead of air, to have ink instead of blood, to live thousands of years everything people live in a moment. Since I remember myself, I had this deep connection with the moon, autumn, and woods. I was the sensitive child in the family or the weirdest one. I discovered my passion at an early age, but my wings were broken since I was in high school. Didn't stop flying. Moved to another country , where I had to learn another language in order to express myself.
I am an overexcited person who adores words and struggles with grammar. I write gritty short stories, novels, and poems, holidays articles.
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Privesc spre cer chiar cind nu vad nimic,
…ooo, și încă ce mai existăm! 😉