Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
rain
its raining heavily in the darkness outside my window
and i just dream of having one cup of coffee after another with you
sitting in a quiet place, talking all night
going to bed just few hours before the dawn
so i can walk out in the morning with the first sunrays
leaving you a lipstick print on a pillow
and i just dream of having one cup of coffee after another with you
sitting in a quiet place, talking all night
going to bed just few hours before the dawn
so i can walk out in the morning with the first sunrays
leaving you a lipstick print on a pillow
p.s. this is devoted not to one you may have thought it is
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
rustle of the autumn's dress
the fall.
i can feel it in the air.
this smell of rotten leaves, smell of wet, freshly-dug ground
this warm tired sun, that still tries to give the earth last rays before going away and becoming white in winter
in summer sun is bright yellow and broiling
in winter it is cold and white
in autumn it is orange and warm. a big caramel apple.
in early fall the air is very clear
you can see far away in the distance and fill your lungs to the top
the early fall is quiet
quiet like singing of the birds somewhere but not near
quiet like rustling of the leaves under your feet
quiet like rain on the river
the early fall is warm, clear and quiet
but it has an unspeakable and inimitatable touch of melancholy and nostalgia
the early fall has rare beauty
but everything in it is aware of forthcoming death
and everything in it does not have a thought of resisting
because everything in it knows the way this world goes round
everything in it knows the past, the present and the future
everything in it is a part of one
because all is one
i can feel it in the air.
this smell of rotten leaves, smell of wet, freshly-dug ground
this warm tired sun, that still tries to give the earth last rays before going away and becoming white in winter
in summer sun is bright yellow and broiling
in winter it is cold and white
in autumn it is orange and warm. a big caramel apple.
in early fall the air is very clear
you can see far away in the distance and fill your lungs to the top
the early fall is quiet
quiet like singing of the birds somewhere but not near
quiet like rustling of the leaves under your feet
quiet like rain on the river
the early fall is warm, clear and quiet
but it has an unspeakable and inimitatable touch of melancholy and nostalgia
the early fall has rare beauty
but everything in it is aware of forthcoming death
and everything in it does not have a thought of resisting
because everything in it knows the way this world goes round
everything in it knows the past, the present and the future
everything in it is a part of one
because all is one
Monday, September 14, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
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