Monthly Archives: November 2017

On the river bank I sit where we often sat I look at the memory Of our reflection On the water’s face The river flows Like the days But Our love is stubbornly static Do you remember us On our … Continue reading →

A table A chair Few pens And papers He waits For the old mother Wanting a letter To a long gone son He waits For the shepherd Wanting a petition Not to turn the free fields to farms A destruction … Continue reading →

Mad Red Lips Red Mad Mad Lips are Red My blood Colours Your lips Why Do you like To bite I told you Not to Kiss with your teeth Do you Enjoy It’s taste Or the image of Pain On … Continue reading →

I am singing again My wings are still broken My heart is still shivering Like a wet robin in November Not winter yet but the summer is long gone The harsh screams of autumn’s wind In the face of frozen … Continue reading →

It is over The operation I mean They cut through the eye They scratched the retina They did what they had to do No excuses Just facts And now I have to blink You have to blink We need the … Continue reading →

Since you left I stopped Every thing except Breathing All I remember is Us by the lake In The mountains I still wonder What happened To us You left I am speechless Tied into inaction Forgot How to write a … Continue reading →