Biography of Elena Sandu
Am I a poet? Myself as such, how could I see?
I have no clue of how to write good poetry...
My tiny words, are nothing more then little tries
to have a whisper of my heart
(I only changed a habit, that of speaking to a wall,
the paper seems to listen to me more.)
Most of time I write fast and free, just like I love to dance, ignoring imposed rules the only thread followed being my soul, my heart, memory trying to catch on paper few moments of unconsciously instinctual breathing.
- A Kiss Catcher
- *Snow, it's not your time to go, please ...
- . poemhunter
- Snow drops
- tiny words
- Romeo and Juliet Nowdays May Keep Alive
- .(*_*) Let's have a party! !
- Mellow Rain
- ..Not hard nor easy..if not impossible
- A dove and crows
- Am I Not Happy? ! ? ....
- The River
Who am I?
What I am?
..dont really know..
Today right now
I think I feel to be
just a minuscule