http://slow.writerscafe.org/mirceapopescu44 The original writings of author Mircea Popescu en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776363100 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When I learned to die Bleak and weary seems the dawnOf a new life already goneI thought I’d drownIn endless lakesOf a most piercing shade of brown. Because I loved them with a loveKnown only to the stars aboveBut then you vanishedAnd I woke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirceapopescu44/1380410/ Tides Of SolitudeSince the time’s hour of youthThe breath hath swept the tidesWhich only deathlessly dividesThe throe that offered only truth.It is not a lonesome numbnessOf the eyes that through the fearsKept dry their tides of tearsAnd clear of griping dullnes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirceapopescu44/1376226/ Still soulless zealI have known shackles that fadeThe relentlessness withinTis’ but lonely desolationAnd the zeal that’s only sin. Yet it’s still a torch ablazeSparking just above your braidIt’s a grieve that’s keeping meExlied from song you played. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirceapopescu44/1375161/ This is not one of my best poems by far, just the latest one. So yeah, I'd appreciate a small review, provided it's somewhat constructive. Thanks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirceapopescu44/1373071/