Comments about Mihaela Pirjol
Beneath The London's Sky
Looking out my attic's window,
On a freezing-cold November day,
Upon the dull-grey London's sky;
A flock of starlings delights my eyes.
The houses, symmetrically aligned,
Appear to bear the mystery of earth;
My spirit, is howling like wolves,
In a stagnant hibernation, bruised.