Tag Archives: poery by Iulia Halatz


If I feel depleted
Why should I breathe a name
That carves chunks of my heart
At night
And pending mornings
Sticks them
With meager liquid
That flows
In the deep
Of the dark
side of your
Quivering moon…
















Art – Midsummer Night near Vejle Fjord by Harald Slott-Møller.