Monthly Archives: August 2014

  Her Garden Thunderbolt, tears, heart racing and broken It’s not true, cause you promised me that you will be there in Bridlington, England to show me … your paintings of flowers We had a plan to meet, to see each other in the eyes the love of life the love of details in your… Read more »

  Let Raindrops Slide on Your Feathers   Sunny day gets dark wind blows clouds float rain starts River surface lost its peace underneath fish hear the beat ripples crowd up until raindrops become a chorus A duck in silky feathers of blue, grey and charcoal colours he doesn’t have time to find shelter but… Read more »