“From the house I built for you In my heart A few dreams ago Only one shattered window remains In which the sun mirrors itself Every morning, While the shards break its light Into small pieces.” — Monica Laura Rapeanu Copy Share Image
“There I was, Talking to you in the language of sunsets. I wanted to hold that luminous wind in my hair, to burst across… — Monica Laura Rapeanu Copy Share Image
“It’s not about lighting up every shadow or chasing certainty. Rather, it’s learning to trust the stillness where nothing is visible—because that’s often where… — Monica Laura Rapeanu Copy Share Image
“From the house I built for you In my heart A few dreams ago Only one shattered window remains In which the sun mirrors… — Monica Laura Rapeanu Copy Share Image
