My heart is a leaf,
That in the autumn is gently falling down,
My word is an excuse
So I can soothe you.
My heart is a cloud
That is floating like in a dream,
My hands are wings to fly
With you in paradise.
My heart is a flower
So you can pick it up in your palm,
My eyes are the sun
That warms you with the look.
My heart is the moon
That is a queen at night,
My hair is plaited with hoarfrost
For the one that will come.
My heart is a star
That leaves in the sky,
My lips are the jam.
I’m a sweet angel.
9 November 2003
ROXANA IACINTA BOGDAN
A JOURNAL OF ART AND LITERATURE
