the moon looked like that incomplete poem which poet couldn’t ink.
the story of the night only a poet can understand.when words paint the sky and…
A Poem by Nichita Stanescu
Only my life will die for me, in truth,sometime.Only the grass knows the taste…
I wrote the poem and left a reflection,don’t stir the ripples and distort the image.
a poem
My poems are funny, they don’t want to conquer your mind but cuddle your heart so that…