Grasps
A bilingual (English & Romanian) personal journal of more or less rhyming thoughts.
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Broken Wings
Destiny (100 verses)
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Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Fire
The smell of burned wood
Ravishes the cold morning
No Phoenix rising
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