ARC PROSE PROSE POETRY ANTHOLOGY 2021, A NARRATOLYRIC PROSE POEM BY LORELAI GRIOT
Updated: May 21
The Time told me that there is no love when someone makes you cry, then I don't know how to define what we have because you hug my soul so hard in your palms that my tears turned into all the waters of spring and my whispers in all the nightingales songs.
I have only one definition for all this spring around: YOU.
By Lorelai Griot
Biography : LITERARY CURRICULUM VITAE
Born: 12 November 1980, Târgu-Jiu, Romania;
Bachelor degree: 1999-2003, Babeș-Bolyai University, Cluj-Napoca, Romania, Mathematics and Physics;
Mater degree: 2003-2004, Babeș-Bolyai University, Cluj-Napoca, Romania, Applied Mathematics;
PhD degree: 2005-2009 Babeș-Bolyai University, Cluj-Napoca, Romania, Mathematics.
I have around 40 research papers in mathematical research, published in highly reputed journals.
I have written poems since primary school, but recently, I started to share my poems with others.
I think our schools and our living place are not so important in front of our poet’ aim: to put light and hope in the soul of the others.
There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle or you can live as if everything is a miracle.