August 27, 2015
August 25, 2015
I miss you.
I miss you.
(Autumn is so close, I can feel her cold hands.
Our birds fly away and never come back.)
August 17, 2015
August 04, 2015
July 28, 2015
July 21, 2015
July 15, 2015
June 29, 2015
deers' room
She was waiting for him. Days and months were passing by turning into years. Heavily rains were flooding the Cities, washing away the streets into the rivers. The Moon and the stars were falling apart losing their silvery ashes onto the Earth Orb. God was bleeding with his fading light. Sky became severe and dark. Silent damp. She has left the window open, cold watery air filled the interior, perfuming her skin and absorbing awaken deer nature. Forest walked deeply into the room. Warm resin scent was tempting the wolves. She was still waiting for him. Wilderness was softly penetrating the Town.
