Piata Operei, Timisoara
I HAVE
Drown memories in my happiness.
Bitten earlobe from whispers.
Flowing dreams in my artery.
Conceive thoughts in my dreams.
Romantic words in my loneliness.
Love sealed in my heart.
Voyager rumor on my smile.
Lost laughter in my tears.
Vanished songs in my poems.
Mystified dance in my steps.
Flickering candles in my faith.
I HAVE
Nothing to prove But proud of all.
Adrian B 