Waiting for the cheerful summer,I knelt at the rim of sorrow,With a mystic scent of wonder,Hugging tight plans for tomorrow,Praying, hoping, thinking, sensing,Magic scents out
I harvested my tales between the chestnut treesWaltzing the winds of zest through castles of the green,Amazed by summer’s warmth, caressed by its gentle breeze,In
My beloved, the rain is writing sweet love letters to the sunPenning memories of summers with the colours of pure bliss,Through the storms, these pitch-dark
Bright shooting stars twinkling good luck –Around their time, we paint soft smiles.Dusting off fate, with golden dreams,Intense, and youthful, come unstuck.Keepsake of heaven’s timeless
“When you’re happy, you enjoy the music but when you’re sad, you understand the lyrics.” – Frank Ocean You walked last night in my dreams,Carrying
My heart is like the drawing compass,One leg stands still in my Carpathian’s rootsWhile the other laps in huge circlesThrough mother earth, so my ideasColour
February is writing down memories of mother earth,Covering the horizon with the snowiest fairy tales,Bright, and cool, the splendid moon sings to sun hymns of
I walk my innermost thoughts, often, with my complicated mind,Tangled in ultimate questions and sombre bewilderments.As bare as the ash trees, caressed by a touch
God doesn’t gamble at the breathing gatesNeither to north, nor south behind the blue,The strings of life are searching for their fatesIn quest of love
There was a river in my dreamsCarrying the stories of globe’s heartWith sadness, sorrows in its streamsEchoing memories apart.Yet joyful waves were kissing landsWith great
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