Titiana Șilimon-Morariu is participating in the International Literary Creation Competition, 7th Edition, from Cluj-Napoca, Romania and is 40 years old. We thank her for her participation and wish her success.
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You are yet to come home, my favourite being of sand
Yet to be truly born and yet to be left voiceless behind
Yet to truly have lived the hundred days of wonder that lie
in front of the sleeping prisoners every time they fall
astray.
You are yet to be truly here, my beautiful being of wonder,
Coming home from the wonders of time, as a traveller
setting himself free again
From strains and wonders of the time evoked by his
hidden powers.
Alchemy is the new name
They give to love nowadays
Proving it can turn fear into dust and iron into gold
Until the end of time.
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They say
You need to count your blessings
One and two and three and four
Counting, still counting,
Looking around
Why are there no more blessings for me
Hidden in the drawer of my cupboard?
They are all of them flowing and floating above and
beyond,
Happiness.
Such a strange word
It does not say anything about oneself.
Impossible to carry, it is something hard to grasp or to
name it or to say out loud.
It might break in pieces.
Such are gifts which come unspoiled, unwrapped and
scarce.
Happiness and joy and piece -
Never felt one for more than a minute or two.
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Blimey, she said, sending words of shiver through my
spine,
This is how ghosts work, and witches,
And ghosts of past like especially saddened beings
Scrolling their feisty, yet long and dry hands along curtains
of time.
Mornings and evenings are never the same again with
these beings following through every step
While nights and clouds would now perish along high
corridors of wonder
Until deserts got dry and suns got burning and ashes got
spilled along the way
Until Tomorrowland.