Am I supposed to sit
with my arms crossed
while the moon roars
and the sea is crying?
My heart would not let me
To look at the ashes in the wind
that fall on the roses
and petrify people's souls.
A pond of blue earth
that once were desires,
unwithered and brave,
now they are sunken piles.
Lying in longing and in vain
without a face or memories,
the ashes in the wind
remember me of the time
when I used to be loved.
CITEȘTI
The poetry of my unspoken realm
PoetryA collection of raw, thought-provoking poems exploring the chaos of life, love, and the search for meaning. Through vivid imagery and honest reflection,it dives into the complexities of the self, the mysteries of existence, and the struggles of find...
