Poetry

The Last Dance

As autumn creeps upon us, leaves fall free, their colors blaze like flames of pure desire. Yet, withering, they burn in …

Ode to Lightning

  Ode to Lightning Furious and formidable, flickering bodies dancing alone in the summer rain. As if You are the sc…

Picnic

Picnic Once a fine man dined beside the Rhine In sunshine he drank bottles of wine. He littered at where he stayed, Yet …

Day to Night

  Day to night The bustling current Is stilled by The end of the hour. Loud light seeps away between the cracks of …

Sunflower

I took a walk in the morning zephyr. There, in a glimpse, I spotted her, her presence. Standing upright, she turns; her …

Feelings

Pain. Misery. Sorrow. Mud. All the old containers that I fill with my past. You can find them on the third floor under m…

Home, My Home

Jogging along the red gravel belting out cheerful ballads, I have returned home, accompanied by a euphonic melody – from…

Invisible

Insidious drizzles Nearly gray Ventures, sniffles Into crevices Sheltered ‘way In case menaces Bound by the bitterness L…

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