by Anca Horga When fog settles over my thoughts,I close my eyes and breathe in the beating of my heartI’m heading for familiar lands,Where springs murmur over green fields;I watch as rivers f…| Gobblers by Masticadores
by Anca Horga The meager SunCan hardly caressYour black, satiny wings,But you still flyIn circles of splendour;You show me your lightness,Dancing in the airTowards the winter azureThat decorates yo…| Gobblers by Masticadores