Blue morning on a sunny Sunday
High heels echo in the middle of the street
Getting lost while time goes by
Rescued memories of a rainy day
Poetry
WORDS
Thanks to Bojana and her love for poetry I decided to contribute myself to the National Poetry Month (which is celebrated in April in North America). As I am not a poet, I will only say few Words:
Soft words sing a lullaby
On a clear evening when there is no cry
Lonely mother who is about
Ready to fight back the wicked and cast out.
The Storm
a.k.a. The Sorcerer
A flying paper gets a rest in a tree
But the wind was thinking it’s not
The time for a rest or a break
With his endless blowing and roars.
A–Light–for–a–House
Traveler of our times
You see and understand,
Thinking of our sorrow
Witnessing our joy
Told or unknown
Whispered in the sky. Continue reading
Don’t miss them..
I was having this collage of sunsets on my desktop for awhile, and holding them close to me every day. For me, these are not only places, these are dear memories as well. But the inspiration came one day through Alison (and one of her beautiful sunset photos), and suddenly I thought to share my little collection with you. Dear reader, I hope you will also enjoy!
1000 Places and Memories 