Journal pages, Poetry and Prose  

[English] Volume: The Seconds of Teardrops And then… Where do they wonder? The lost delusions and the great dreams? Where have they perished? Where have they died? In silence… Lost innuendoes to what has been… Die out. Echoes afar. I hear them laughing, I see them grinning. Hurting me. Singing. And clouds cry tagging along all I have forgotten, all that now is gone. I can see autumn slowly fade, an endless winter descending in a haste. Over the world. Over me. The last dreams

[English] Volume: The Seconds of Teardrops Let me Oh, let me cry At your headstone today, And let the autumn come With rain and memories, And let the leaves Fall one more time Counting the silence Shrouding your grave. I want you to let me cry At your headstone today; And let me count the leaves That fell for years down. And let me meet again That moment, when the years Avidly started counting The pain they left on falling In ample waves on my deserted soul. © 2018 Carmen Sil

[English] Volume: The Seconds of Teardrops It was a teardrop And there! It rains! It was a teardrop of mine Falling on the soul of the world, That touched you in its way But it did not bring you back. I paint your name on the canvas of the world Waiting for your return but, except you, Nothing can feed my hungered soul, Not even the thought that you might return Touched by a teardrop of mine Raining from my heart. © 2018 Carmen Silva [Romanian] Volum: Secundele Lacrimilor Era

Love Nature! © 2018 Carmen Silva

I miss the good old hot summer days when Nature buzzes with life! © 2018 Carmen Silva