Mihaela Pirjol Poems

The white candle's flickering flame

as the yellow-powdered white-lily's pistil
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smouldering fire—
an old chimney on the roof
shaped as number six
'Dancing with tears in my eyes'
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On a tender summer afternoon,
I sat relaxing by the pool;
My train of thoughts was cut short,
As my little dog began to snore.
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in an illusion…

in empty spaces…
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Seven I distinguish
On the night-sky above,
Resembling
A question mark of stars:
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I swing my heart on Vivaldi's ‘Spring':
Blissfully I dance amongst the flowers!
Echoes in the ether—violin on strings,
And I promenade at rosy twilight-hours.
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Tiny red leaves in mid-autumn,
Numbly float on water's surface:
Comes the ball that flies and turns,
And gives a splash on water's face!
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I feel darkness around me,
Though I know there is Light;

I feel empty inside,
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They stood before me,
Engulfed in their vanity and pride—
Life-predator wolves
To devour me,
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