«Let this fluffy snow fall upon our
Dreams and make them shine! »
Your breath smoothens unshaken skies;
Your perception scratches unopened realities.
Is it a diversion -maybe- for lost thoughts,
For lost faces and sins?
Looking the other way out of fear or
Embarrassment, waking up next morning,
You should then learn
How to keep alive the drowsing mind,
While trying to shove away
Her plait of hair,
Jammed in the eyes of memory.
Ah.. Those haunting memories!
Was her pain real
When she asserted «That one is my...
Fried Green Spinach
('Kings Prefer Cheese Over Fried Green Spinach')
Walking in the bush, late in the afternoon: Spring winding trails
Among Plantae et Animalia.
An independent world —Sort of realm of alien species
Welcomes your senses with a storm of small flies (genus Drosophila)
Which playfully floods the air, all of a sudden, humming
Around and annoying each other like microscopic crazy drones.