written by: Lucreția Lixandru
lights shine the brightest
when hope has left the place.
colors are the saddest
in the place where joy is vivid
time runs slowly,
but only when you are waiting
for a miracle to happen.
the pretty puzzle where every piece
is a small, well-crafted miracle itself.
love, the small thread
that keeps the world alive,
between the inner and the outer world,
in front of all the small, not ordinary, collisions.
Young Romanian artist, in love with literature, big cities, cat, coffee, and people. I either write about mental health-related topics, or poems, exploring my femininity and feelings. I've studied Anthropology and Psychology, and these only made me fall in love with the arts and the people more.
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