I was born in the Spring, during a time of turmoil in my country. My people were fed up with dragging their heavy shackles that dictatorship had gifted them for so many a long years. People were tired, scared, frustrated and fed up. They needed a change; a change for good in their lives and clear air to breathe. The air of freedom would come a couple years later. Even though I was born during such a sad and grey time, I still enjoyed my childhood. I only knew and understood my parents' and many others's pain and suffering, later. That sadness and compassion I felt, took roots within my heart. The only way I managed to try and get it out was by me composing poems, prose and the like. Somehow though, my writings bear a note of sadness within them, pessimism more often than not; but sometimes, some waves of hopefulness try to emerge through them. I like using symbolism as my muse and in my favorite genres I love to delve in blank verses, elegies, haiku, ballads and terza stanzas, but not only. Still enjoy into experimenting with everything... During my everyday life I am a working woman, a wife and life partner, a mom, a daughter, a sister, a friend.
I'll go away one day, you know.
And I want to take as a reminiscence.
A fragment of your kiss on my lips,
Perhaps a hug, or an embrace ...
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A long time ago, while I wrote poetry
My hand involuntarily would create grief and pain.
Through all my verses, through my stanzas,
Wings of solitude had taken place.
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The Thunderbird flailed its wings
in annoyance that its lover was gone too long.
The ground shook in retort
and rocks toppled down the mountains
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You said 'I'll love you to eternity'
and gently bit my lips with a kiss.
It looked like the twilight tore away the darkness…
…the world seemed more beautiful after this.
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I swear,
Tonight I saw tears running down from the Moon.
You might think I am crazy,
Or that I daydream hazy in the middle of the night.
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