No dawns are yet coming to calm my old songs;
They beat on the fires same drums with their wrongs.
Just spotting the panic absurd and insane
While paying dilemmas with hassle to feign
New fret which is coming again and again.
I am a Romanian healthcare professional and an amateur writer of prose and poetry. For about 4 years, English has become my secondary language, as I moved to the UK. Yet one of the biggest challenges is writing poetry in English.