The spring,
sea of branches,
spreads glimmers of fire
among future leaves.

It’s getting late.
Velvet veils
of twilight
pour over peaks.

I draw my sword.
The blade stabs the air
and lets new dreams
cut my shrowds.

It’s time for a change,
is waiting
beyond the clouds.

Wooden drops
and liquid twigs
in silent dancing.

Dreams over dreams
stay together as one:
they are quickly

I’m going to shout:
“I exist!
That’s enough!”
and let the wind carry me.

Strong wings fill the dusk,
I’m ready to fight,
one step
from eternity.

text & artwork by Marian C. Ghilea


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