#chisinau
My Chișinău, city of longing and grace,
I carry you softly within my chest.
Beneath your sky, I lose myself in memories—
on your streets, time walks more gently.
I’ve seen you in every morning’s light,
your corners old, still whisper tales.
Each stone hides a secret dream,
each wind breathes hope across your veils.
Ștefan Boulevard — I’ve felt you near,
your ancient trees still guard their shade.
I hide within your tender scent—
of autumn, spring, of snow and ache.
My Chișinău, with earthbound soul,
your heartbeat hums in every space—
in markets, parks, and quiet cafés,
beneath the lamps where dreams embrace.
Along the Bâc, the rippling stream
brings peace and time to rest my heart.
In every wall, in every beam,
old lives and stories never part.
Even through days of mist and gray,
you stay, my dearest, all the same—
sharing each hour, each breath, each way,
Chișinău, my heart bears your name.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 4:55 AM UTC