by Anca Horga
I never felt like a queen Than in the gardens of Clotilde, Above my favorite place, the seaside. Ah, just let me dream about it. Maybe I would have inspired From the song of the sirens Or lions guarding The oldest riddles. Long walks I would have taken, In the labyrinths always in green. After I would have sat meditating, On the bank of the open balcony. I'm sure I would have thought On how to improve myself, To find various solutions For my daily concerns. I still have to investigate My name, which has it been?

https://enpoeme.wordpress.com & https://masticadoresrumania.wordpress.com