| + lavender... | Romulus Campan Maramuresanu [16.Feb.09 09:13] |
| An interesting feeling grabbed my heart. It's morning around me, and coffee and sound of children, and some uncertain feeling that someone has a song of love deep hidden in a loving heart, and just dared sung it... "My love, a long ago you climbed like the stretched wing, Of the wind in the wide and holy horizon Of dream, of songs…" Your poem is like a long forgotten but ever fresh scent of lavender, old, but still most noble amongst others. Congratulations, I enjoyed every bit of it. Please enjoy with responsibility, another level of your aroundness... | |