Comments about Mihaela Pirjol
Under The Exotic Tree
There...under the exotic tree,
The candid child in us at play;
I saw the little boy in thee
In woods, with joy running that day;
Our hands, softly touching a leaf green,
In hearts, rosy love blooming unseen.
" I've never got lost in forest when I was a boy! "
Thou said, whilst thyself losing in me;