I am a poet, the earth is an apple.
You're young, painfully young
and I painfully old.
Loaded with memories,
...
Beyond Time
when we met
we seeded a candle
it sprouted fast
smelling of love
and burning passions
we left it alight
to warm up our dreams
today
a spot of wax
remains glued to our hearts
which have been worn-out by time
only the smoke
a prisoner of love
is still dancing
believing that
candles burn forever
beyond time
translated from Romanian by Anamaria Tamas
Sir, I thank you for inviting me to be a part of an online magazine project. My Good Wishes to you and your team.