Olimpia Mocăniță is participating in the International Literary Creation Competition, 7th Edition, from Stefaneștii de Jos, Ilfov County, Romania and is 50 years old. We thank her for her participation and wish her success.

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I keep on running…
Within and out, 
Back and forth, 
I feel like –
I am going to fall,
Into cycles of me. 
Above, beneath, 
I cannot fit, 
Or dub that yet, 
As it’s still bleak.
Implosion bursts, 
My soul’s shattered, 
My mind confined, 
While steering through 
Whos, wheres, and whys, 
Past, present, and fleeting goodbyes…
I keep on hearing.
Answers slaughter 
Haunting prayers.
Redemption sobs, 
Exiled from my own –
Guinea pigs tumble, 
Cage-rolls surrender. 
My mind, spirit, and heart, 
Chopped in a blender; 
To utterly ascend, 
As a Phoenix in cinders.
Consumed, yet strong 
In my pure discernment. 
The perfect combo of 
Pain, light, and insight. 
Brought back to life 
To conquer my misfortune.
Fine-tuning fault to rise 
In my best-refined disguise. 
Breathing and peace combine, 
Visceral essence defies… cracked shine.

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I fear not
to mirror me
into thee,
hawk sight
intricacy.
I woke up
stunned, 
entirely
lured,
prayers
in my 
costumed gut.
You, a
heading star,
release
the nightfall
blur.
Rumors
stutter your
fall,
I abide
unfold.
Emerald 
tears
repressed.
Dreams
all
packed.
I woke up
at night.
Demons, 
unmasked!
Daylight
and
rainbows
crash!
I am 
carved
in stone, 
starseed
reborn!

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My sight unveiled,
Layers at dawn.
Nefertiti chanting 
Ancestral hymns. 
Scarf in the wind!

Bright shawls floating,
Misty streams untamed. 
Scarlet veils reign, 
Ancient past realms; 
Innocence revealed,
Scarf in the wind!

I woke up dreaming: 
Scarf torn, thinning, 
Humility pleading, 
Echoed, royal estate. 
Today waits unknown. 
Scarf in the wind!

Rainbow turbans, 
Silky rivers, 
Countless hours, 
Prayers listened,
Scarf in the wind,
Tattooed within!