My Soul Mate
Marta, my soul mate. Photo by Dominika Gesicka @dgesicka
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Strange
Strange … This morning I woke up with visions from an unusual scene … This could only be a dream … A stallion brown as the earth, mighty as the clouds on a night of thunder and gentle as the soft breeze on a sunny beach day … I followed him to a long mountain …
Cold Rain
Cold rain … It’s perfectly natural yet always strikes me as the least natural … It’s like seeing the sun shy away into hiding … Under hefty clouds, I usually sit, impatiently watching time winding … Slowly … Always too slow for my liking … I wait until that beautiful golden ball of fire once …
Pale Blue Sea
From this window onto the pale blue sea … I caught a glimpse straight onto history … What a legacy … The Nile, The Pyramids and miles of golden sand … Tremendous beauty on this land … Then my vision started to fade … As I recalled scenes of recent hate … One against the …
Secret Garden
Sometimes I wonder about purpose … It scares me to think if years ahead I’ll look back at a life lived on the surface … Never going deep … Never really diving … Into this big world … This secret garden … Of ups and downs that can shake a strong soul from will into …