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Why are you waking me up? It’s almost 40 already and I’m not going anywhere from here. You know that I talk nonsense before the first morning coffee! I really don’t care what’s happening in the Valley of Blackberries and I believe that none from there remembers my name.
I’ve already got used to this calm shade of pines and my swing tangled between the two trees. I can lay here all day and night, enjoying the sunrise, with the headphones on my ears and a pencil in my hand.
Don’t wake me up!
after the kingfisher
all that remains
Linked to Carpe Diem #1219 Kingfisher (Kawasemi)
checking tasks off
face in the mirror
Day One – wrinkled beddings and the scent of lavender that fullfils the air
Day Two – nothing but the fluffy dreams scattered on the pillow
Day Three – scarf of silence lightly spreads across the bare shoulders
Day Four – on the other side, new day is born
Day Five – whole world fits into the poem and a few tones
Day Six – nothingness and the empty hands extended to infinity
singing about the distance
bird in a cage
a slit on the dress
moves in a summer breeze
clouds in the sky
Linked to Carpe Diem #1212 outdoor fun
Blinking up all the way from here to the Moon, pulled out of the memories, forgotten messages. Time may heal the wounds and diseases but not the broken dreams.
in a crack of the stone wall
a tiny plant
*Days In The Blackberries Field*
while the seagulls
announce my return
Summer pleasure or the tears? It’s up to you, my dear reader. In both cases, it’s only love… A moment when we become one with the nature or a moment when we become one with ourselves.