Mihai Ciobanu - Copilarie,parca-ai Fost Mai Ieri ⭐ Must Read

A bird took flight from a nearby branch, its wings snapping against the quiet air. Mihai smiled, a bittersweet ache tightening in his chest. The years had stolen the boy, but they couldn't touch the memory. He realized then that childhood isn't a place you leave behind; it’s a song you carry in your pocket, ready to be hummed whenever the world grows too loud.

"Copilarie," he whispered to the wind, "parca-ai fost mai ieri." Mihai Ciobanu - Copilarie,parca-ai fost mai ieri

The village of his youth felt like a dream held together by the embroidery on his mother’s sleeves. He remembered the heavy weight of the wooden bucket at the well and the way the water tasted of cold stones and stars. There was a specific magic in those long afternoons—the kind where time didn't move in hours, but in the ripening of cherries and the lengthening of shadows across the hills. A bird took flight from a nearby branch,