| + Soulless benches | Romulus Câmpan Maramureșanu [30.Apr.25 16:52] |
| "in the park, the bench bent by her hips has no soul anymore. the air around— the inner world of a mute." This inner core of the poem, elevates the entire memento to brilliancy. The cyanide sweetness of almonds defines the line between pies and sadness, between Juliette and and a love killed by obnoxious family feuds. It's never about a pie's crust, but about the hidden filling of intentions inside. rcm | |
| = RCM | Zburlea Ariana [12.May.25 12:45] |
| Thank you so much for your appreciation, and I am extremely happy that the message of the poem reached you. This poem is very important to me! | |