Myself

I knew it:

It would come around this time--

A sense of life renewed.

Soft, yet strong,

A type of love, pursued.

Some wings that flutter, 

Not seen, but felt,

And here I am,

                       In air...

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  1. DanaFebruary 28, 2026 at 5:46 AM

    Love is in the air 😊

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    1. cara forestieriFebruary 28, 2026 at 7:09 AM

      haha, e si love, nu ma plang, dar aici am scris asa cu un spirit de celebrare a propriei existente, intr-o anumita zi...

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  2. DanaFebruary 28, 2026 at 11:24 AM

    Am glumit. Mi-am dat seama că este despre altceva, dar pentru fiecare cititor de poezie (ca și pentru fiecare privitor de tablou) înțelesul este altul, de obicei diferit de motivul inspirației autorului. Neputând ghici exact ce te-a inspirat am ales o interpretare jucăușă a venirii primăverii 😊

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    1. cara forestieriFebruary 28, 2026 at 3:16 PM

      Am prins nota jucausa, si apreciez. Asa este. E fascinant teritoriul artei ca lasa portite si ferestre catre diferite semnificatii... pentru unul, altul, sau in timp, chiar si pentru mine... Dar recunosc si dorinta de a sti exact trairea/intamplarea ce a generat versurile.

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