A day like this We met once To play the game of life Together - like a dance. Our weekend dreams Observing the clouds A Stormy Sunday Filled us with doubts. Typing again To relieve the pain Afraid to tell you To dance in the rain. Soaking wet My whole life Thunders and storms Became … Continue reading Sunday’s Poems.
Winter's Arrival, Amsterdam - by Yary Dluhos ....... In the canals of Mokum, my love, I am drowning every Monday and come back to life Friday night. ................. The peace is the absence of life, and the wind blows strong, almost angry with us. ................. In the canals of Mokum, my love, I am drowning … Continue reading In the canals of Mokum, my love.
Some people say they love you with their own way. It does not seem obvious, love itself is not obvious. Sometimes it may take decades to say a thank you, our minds play tricks. For the times you acted weird thank you. I get it now a little, at last. For the happy times you … Continue reading The oldman in Patras square.