Vasile Stan

Heart’s perfume
always IS

Under the right Light

We all have eagle’s wings

Soaring to amazing heights

here’s this train to Spain, and France, and Alps, and Melbourne

in a matter of seconds…

He who counts on others…

where is your song hidden?

eye thought

Beautiful, walking corpses
lived by a wind from outside in.

Love like a wildfire never to be contained
Play as you have only yourself around

Burn at the speed of tomorrow coming to
devour you anew with another wild day at heart.

You can send a Soul to its next life
with one magic bullet: indifference.

Just play

to what extent Are we?

paint me with
a tender tongue

more
so