In the whispering winds that sweep the hills, Where golden fields kiss endless skies, There lies a land of ancient dreams, Moldova — cradle of my heart’s sunrise. Here, where rivers sing with Zamfir’s flute, And for » Continue Reading
It starts with a feeling. Not a memory— A feeling . A hush in the chest. A flicker behind the ribs. A quiet warmth like you’ve just remembered something precious you never meant to forget. The ocean knows. The sky knows » Continue Reading
I was seven when the sky decided to cry like it meant it. A full storm, not soft, not gentle. So we climbed upstairs in Grandma’s house— the floor creaked like it missed us. The candle flickered on the nightstand like a tiny moon, and we went to bed with it watching over us. My sister’s breath was warm and close, and outside, the rain told the trees things we couldn’t hear yet. The night hummed a ... » Continue Reading
My beautiful bride, Come my way, Let me love you And hold you. Let me listen to your mumbles And swallow them whole, Let us swear that from now on We won’t leave each other once. Let me tell the whole world Just how much you mean to me — Let them know Just how strong our love can be. I want to lift the veil from your eyes To look at them just once » Continue Reading
Love is not that easy to understand, And not just anyone can — Love comes in different ways, It can appear sometimes Like a bride in a veil, It can be white as a jasmine, Soft as pale morning light That slips through the curtains And rests on two sleeping souls. Love can arrive quietly, On velvet feet, And you won’t know it’s there Until your heart begins To beat a little » Continue Reading
I wish she knew how easily she turns the coldest morning warm. It’s just us—two girls wrapped in scarves, breathing clouds into the frosted air— and still she doesn’t see how my heart trembles for her » Continue Reading
I wish she could feel how my chest tightens when she laughs at something small, like the sunlight catching her hair or the clover brushing her ankles. It’s only us out here— two girls in the quiet meadow, » Continue Reading
poem inspired by my love You touched me once in the quiet, not like a spark, but like the way sunlight settles on a windowsill that’s forgotten it can glow. You asked if I’d still care » Continue Reading
This December, I’ll Remember Only when the nights stretch long can I find the glow, Seems the bright days always leave me blind, I know. This December, I’ll remember, Hoping you’ll catch it too, in the hush, in the ember. » Continue Reading
sorry in advance for the poems spam on my blog I just have to post everything that I have created until now before I become even more busy with work from uni hope that you'll all enjoi them and have a great time . take care everyone . love onnaya » Continue Reading
The house is hushed, the world is quiet, and the garlic hangs over windows and doors, old wards against shadows that wander on the night when souls slip between worlds. Tonight the barrier thins, and magic drifts o » Continue Reading
I walk through the night with shadows that remember your name, your absence pressing close, your ghost folded into every corner where my heart tries to hide. I leave marks behind, » Continue Reading