Delia Dumitriu

The Circle

Dancing in my glass of milk
I’m a snowdrop wrapped in silk,
I dance my joy as I lay down
I see the water pouring down.

Dancing in my glass of love
I feel surrounded by a dove,
He brings me life, love and good luck
My soul is singed by a skylark.

Dancing in my glass of life
Experience becomes a knife,
My fate is written on a daffodil
Who throws me in the glass with milk.