12 AM at the Beach
Parasol made of straw is slowly swinging above my head,
The wind tickles me all over my body while I stay hidden from the Sun.
The Sun that ferociously burns every single speck of sand,
Thus making it a path of lava to walk on and it hurts so much,
So awfully for one of my feet to touch the burning ground. Čítať ďalej
Autumn
The one of four seasons is back again
Coming shortly after summer before there’ll be another.
The yellow leaves are falling, lying on the pavement of the park
While I’m sitting here on this bench, looking at people all around me.
They pass me, some of them walk, others lead a rather meaningless talk. Čítať ďalej
Through The Window of a Room
Sitting on the carpet in the middle of the room,
I look outside through the only portal,
Peeking through the blinds
To see the midnight with my own eyes;
To try and grasp all the feelings and sensations it gives me. Čítať ďalej
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