Cristea Adina

Birds

On dark hills shadowed by sorrows
is sparkling the snow of the day dreams
and birds with their soft wings closed tightly
are running towards it in long rows

The yellowish moon rays are sliding
through thin veils of mist slowly blurring
and spurred by the warm scented air breeze
the wide open soul wings start gliding

The phantasm of froth haze throws blind trust
inside the hope blossoming heartbeats
to crumble the doubt, while the gold snow
dissolves in ethereal stardust

The higher the flight grows the glowing
that folds up the peaks and the ...