When it stays,it becomes a story. Its wingsdraw patterns in the sky,constellationsthat beckonhearts sunken in darkness,filling with starsthe boiling oceans. When love stays,it becomes a story. I’m here,listening.So please,talk!Tell me your story.Tell me you’ll stay! (c) Marian C. Ghilea, 2021artwork by Marian C. Ghilea

Today,I’m going to bethe rain. I shall scatterover hills,spreading wet scentsof plumes. I shall open your window,letting the springenclose my heartbeats. The falling dropswill keep singing,those old memoriesstill alive,thirststill unquenched. (c) Marian C. Ghilea, 2021artwork by Marian C. Ghilea