Road Home
 

The wood was big.
The night was bigger.
The little turtle was lost in it.
She was hoping to find a way home.
But she couldn’t see in the darkness 
the leaves of loneliness and lost memories were all around her,
covering the road.

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The Colors
 
The knock is heard in the silence of the orange dawn.
A little gray mouse is running under the round blue table.
The hot water for the green tea is brewing on the yellow stove.
The old man in the brown chair is not moving.
He is afraid that she did finally arrive.
The long awaited happiness
dressed as a bride.
In white.

 

 

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my dreams

freedom touches softly my hair and sings me the lullaby.

i fall asleep thinking of the far lands over the seven mountains.
the childhood without the shadows.
my red hair running through the green leaves of the summer.

waters are clear and cold. the silence is accompanied with the birds’ flight.

tears of happiness are running down my face.

the light and all colors in it. warm air.

i am happy. i am safe.
my dreams.

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The hill and the shadow

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The shadow was rushing towards the hill.
Hill stood silent; no breath more or less.
No fear.
 
Shadow had big black army boots. the steps were strong and fierce.
let us conquer it, it thought.
 
The hill stood still. closing her eyes, it smiled. remembered the days of the green summers and long starry nights.
It knows a day will come when freedom would reign again.
 
Now it's the hour of darkness.
let us be brave,
Let us be silent.
Let us keep traces of light locked deep inside our hearts.