Comments about Vako Lake
Sun Of Wax
Can these fences look around?
Can these high trees say a word?
Summer nature plays its soundtrack,
That’s an art of unknown Lord,
Stony road through green hills flourished,
Fragrance of the leaves of tea,
From balcony watch the life,
Sun of wax melts down on me.
Seems like same old stories happen,
Mind is ready for a scream,
Peaceful warmness, silent senses,
Feels like it’s a day in dream.
Yellow sun does burn so calmly,
Sends its wavy rays on ground,
Sky has gathered clean blue colours,
Paints itself and clouds get ...