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It was a brief trip to the past. Sleepless nights, riots on the streets, the first win, then a silence, big illusions born on the pillow, the fireworks, deillusion… She was all alone, but the hotel bed was cosy and she didn’t notice that anything was missing. A few drinks in a bar and the feeling of pleasure. She pretented that she enoyed the conversations, although she didn’t listen anything. She was intoxicated with the sense of freedom and it’s only that matters. Step further and she was in the field, allowing the moonlight to reflect in her hair, dancing to the sound of the warm wind till infinity and beyond. Suddenly, a thunder stroke, a fall and awakening. Awakening, that came with a big A on the sky screen. Once. Than once again.

two eyes
glued on the window glass
waiting for a dawn

Linked to Carpe Diem #1232 past regrets and future fears

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autumn breeze
silky petals tremble
under the fingertips

shadows on the wall
dance to the sound
of saxophone

~ daydreaming ~

 

 
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Posted by on 09/11/2017 in Feel the word, Miss Desire!

 

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20811

trembling river
touched by the sunbeam

someday

Linked to Carpe Diem #1301 River’s Lip

 
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Posted by on 08/11/2017 in Feel the word, Miss Desire!

 

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20711

waiting for a dawn
petals by the window
wither

Linked to Carpe Diem #1300 The Rose

 

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20610

footprints in the snow
covered
or melted

on a departure
don’t look back!

 

Linked to Carpe Diem #1299 Snow On The Desert

 

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20610 – Troiku

ancient warriors
no winners
on a battlefield

between battle and peace
a silence
along the wall

writing haiku
I fight the death
in my way

Linked to Carpe Diem Weekend-meditation #5 Troiku ancient warriors

For creating this Troiku, I used a modern Haiku made by our host:

ancient warriors
between battle and peace
writing haiku

© Chèvrefeuille

 

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20411

Once upon a time, there was a hotel in a center of the capital and one secret room in it. The door had no keys, but it would be automatically locked as soon as someone entered.

She has never been there, but she heard so many stories about it. In her imagination, when the night falls, she was able to see a silvery moonlight rolling all over the silky overlay.

Every evening, passing by the street, in a summer garden of a restaurant next to the hotel, she was looking for a familiar face that she has seen once on a blurry picture. He had a strange name. Divided into the syllables, it meant “With Peace”.

He never gave her a peace.

‘What a coincidence’, she thought when a tram number two making its’ last lap, took her right there, to the same hotel, in the company of a man who had a strange accent and a strange name that sounds almost like his.

sudden blossom
does the winter leave
or all is a dream?

Linked to Carpe Diem #1297 White Hand of Moses

 

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rainy cloud
behind a lipstick
October sky

echoes from the other side
keeps reminding to forget

Linked to Carpe Diem #1291 Remembering to Forget (by Karunesh)

 

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22110 – Life Is Beautiful 01

innuendo
on a photograph
the sun sets

Linked to Carpe Diem Winter Retreat 2017 “Life is Beautiful”

 
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Posted by on 22/10/2017 in Feel the word, Miss Desire!

 

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There, where the icy winds whip and where there’s nothing more but the lost memories, he left her barefoot and wept, far from everything. Under the snow that was reaching to the belt, she buried her last tears. Then she clenched her fist, tight on a chest, trying to save the last that she had – her pride. I will never forget that sadness and a fear in those eyes. Never.

glittering moonlight
a faithful guide
winter remembers

Tаmo gde ledeni vetrovi šibаju u i gde nemа ničegа osim izgubljenih sećanja, ostаvio ju je bosonogu i uplаkаnu, dаleko od svega. Pod snegom koji je dosezao do pojasa, sаhrаnilа je svoje poslednje suze. Pokušаvаjući dа sаčuvа jedino šta joj je ostalo, svoj ponos je stisla u pesnicu i privilа ga čvrsto uz grudi. Nikаdа neću zаborаviti tugu i strаh u tim očimа. Nikаda.
svelucаvа mesečinа
njen verni vodič
zimа pamti

 

Linked to Carpe Diem #1284 meaning of life (BrunuhVille)

 
 

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