17 Jul 2019

Month: June 2017

Poetry

Summer Tale 

These lines will not drop the temperature nor will they blow the summer heat away. But perhaps they’ll help you sleep, dreaming of a glass of lemonade, cool breeze, soothing waves and azure horizon.

Poetry

Give Me a Beer 

Sober or drunk, does it matter when the world is gray and no love is free; it has to be earned. Can we escape dreaming of paradise and fearing hell? Or just order one more beer which can lead our minds to somewhere safe, somewhere green and sunny. A place where love is the air we breathe.

Poetry

Hearts Don’t Betray 

In the gloaming of the leaving June day, we tend to hold each other’s hands and promise and give holy words. Because it’s summer, because we are young and because the world seems ours for the taking. Everything is possible and achievable. Darkness hides away. But September comes and the rain with it… What’s a cold January night to a broken promise decaying in our heart? What’s the nipping wind of despair to a betrayal?