Dumitrița Bloom of the Moldova

Dumitrița, soft as morning light,
A whisper carried through the night.
A name that dances on the breeze,
Like leaves that flutter from the trees.

Rooted deep in ancient lands,
A story shaped by gentle hands.
A melody both strong and sweet,
Where strength and kindness softly meet.

You are the dawn that breaks the dark,
A blooming flower, bright and stark.
In every syllable, a spark 
A light that guides, a glowing arc.

Dumitrița  grace in sound,
A name where love and hope are found.
A song that time will always keep,
In hearts that hold you, safe and deep.

Dumitrița, like the gentle bloom
That wakes the meadow after gloom,
A flower kissed by morning dew,
Soft petals painted in spring’s hue.

Your name is like the wildflowers’ song,
That sway and dance where hearts belong.
A tender bond with earth and sky,
Where roots run deep and dreams can fly.

Like lilacs blooming in the breeze,
Your spirit whispers through the trees.
Sunflower bright, with golden face,
You carry warmth, you carry grace.

In every breath, a garden grows,
With secret blooms that only those
Who know your heart can truly see
A world of quiet poetry.

Dumitrița, you are the earth’s embrace,
A sacred calm, a sacred place.
Where flowers speak and rivers run,
Beneath the glow of rising sun.

Your name is nature’s gentle art,
A flower blooming in my heart.

by C. Ana Dumitrița/Onnaya