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.
Elena Sandu Poems
A Kiss Catcher
Lost kisses lost kisses With the wind may fly After finding him sleeping On his shoulder you lie
*snow, It's Not Your Time To Go, Please ...
It's winter, yet I can feel first signs of spring seen the snow melting, heard the birds sing
From today, March 1st, This sunny day, To 8th of March Most women of my land
Romeo And Juliet Nowdays May Keep Alive
Romeo and Juliet Loved each other much But for their family's sake, Decided not to stay in touch.
The minstrel of hearts with tears behind smiles the sound of cracks a life that sucks
Who am I? What I am? ..dont really know.. Today right now
Master Of My Soul
Where are those times The years gone so fast Time to get out of leash Shall walk my mind away
.(*_*) Let's Have A Party! !
A party a party! I'll have a big party Lunch is too thinner Let's do a dinner
..Not Hard Nor Easy..If Not Impossible
Not hard to cry not easy to die Not hard to expect Not easy to respect
Soft grains of love
Am I Not Happy? ! ? ....
Why am I not happy? Because.. The sun's not up? But I have a choice: - enjoy the clouds!
A Touch Of Happiness
Could I ever have the happiness of those who cannot walk having a first step even if small?
Tears Of Love
Would you quit rubbing love to your heart? Better
Pierrot (The Clown) -10 Words Poem
Rivers of tears blocked her throat impressed,
Who am I?
What I am?
..dont really know..
Today right now
I think I feel to be
just a minuscule