Iulia Velicu Poems

I cry out of pleasure
And I get it full
A pool, as a treasure
Or a treasure as a pool?
...

In a small desolate room
I am sitting all alone
I keep thinking 'soon..'
Knowing he has never shown.
...

In a storm of yellow fallen leaves
A pure snow white doll slowly walks,
She is heading to where the cruel demon lives
Trough a hoarde of majestic black hawks.
...

It is said the sky will throw down rocks
As there is one last diamond left,
Kept safe in it's little deep red box
Yet humans want it cleft.
...