Mihaela Pirjol Poems

A gentle breeze is passing through our hair:
Nostalgic notes of tender melodies!
As when our hearts were young, and filled with flare:
With such joy, we were floating like the breeze…
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Life will give you gifts, at times, when
you are not ready to receive them:

feel the gratitude!
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I.
In the conglomeration of possibilities, the child of your dream endowed with vision, holds the hand of the child on the beach in front of you. The flowers of your dreams perfume the marine atmosphere like those in the garden of delicate Zen jasmine. The heart of an anterior love falls in love with the lovers holding hands on the beach, with the child between them forming the sacred pyramid of creation, in the crepuscular splendour of orange-rosy glow of the sun, sinking into the enigmatic profoundness of the sea.

II.
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The trance-tunnel of hearts
in the concentric circles of love:
hypnotic focal-point of
pulsation…trepidation
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copper
music
celestial saxophone
ripples like riddles
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I secretly preserved our love
in a bottle of fine wine,
in the cellar of my mind:
safe from the invasive present,
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