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‘Storm’

Storm

When a thunder broke the sunny day in half,

I was dreaming with my eyes fixed on the empty sky.

Oh, was it empty when I’ve fallen asleep,

Now dark carpet covered it.

The anxiety came with the colour of deep blue,

My dreams clouded with nightmarish glow,

The depth of the soul uncovered sharply,

Found myself begging for mercy of the black king

‘Oh Lord, bring back the sweetness of a thought!’

My dream – a nightmare,

Emptiness filled with pain

Of a heart longing for answers,

For questions not to remain.

Suddenly the wind blew taking a page away.

The page of the book of life danced its way to the grave.

In the muddy puddle the words were lost,

Never to be rediscovered,

Never to be written again.

‘Oh, dear Lord, is that what I was heading for?’

Still no secrets uncovered,

I’m standing in the middle of a storm.

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‘The Summer Of Love’

the beach of Guincho, west coast of Portugal

Warm sunbeams on our faces

There are so many places

We’d like to visit together

Our feelings seem to last forever

On the golden sands of Portugal

Beside its eternal

Mysterious cliffs; like ramblers in deep thought

We watch our souls being caught

Into the love’s treacherous net

Now that our hearts have finally met

There are only two options left:

Connecting or theft