O Macedoniо, sister of Mysia and Thrace, why do you curse,
why do you so cruelly trample your children, to whom do you condemn them?
You are chasing your original Bulgarian blood, which way are you going?
Weep for the suffering of generations, don't deny it.
Don't hide your sorry past, don't hide it.

Deny your will to purify your consciousness.
Put out the fire of discord, shelter the spirits of our common history.
The past is the fuel of the future, the air of your breath.
Honor your heroes, don't divide the people and don't sow agony.
We know of your age-old torments, we hear your present sobs.

Macedonio, dear sister, you burn the memory of your children.
You drive your Bulgarian children out of the oven of your father's fire, you pour out duplicity. Why do you **** your history, why do you pour out wrong anger?
Your ancestors, the forgotten heroes, have left a memory of greatness.
Do you remember the ages bathed in masculine power and eternal glory?

Your children, an integral part of a long-suffering family, seek protection.
Have you forgotten that blood does not mix with water, and that the old Bulgarian thrones, with which fate has gifted you, rise near Vardar.
Know that a tree without its roots under the firmament perishes, and you yourself are too proud, without turning to your sisters you depress.

Macedonia, didn't your rebels lay down their bones for freedom?
Do not bury your Bulgarian memory, do not abuse your dear children with malice.
Don't forget your real enemy, and he is self-serving and conquers you.
Let your children grow in your springs, and when they grow up to rise up, with heroic strength to protect you from your evil ones.

People, do not stop seeking and asserting your true nature.
Remember the work of your ancestors, fight for their souls to rest.
Where songs are sung, where poems are read, life burns.
Voivodes are born to wash away the common shame and unite the people.
Heroes who will revive the fatherland from the ashes of the rout.

Where it has flowed, it will flow again..

Your soft, shining tresses light the path of love,
and your sky-blue eyes keep me from cold and sadness.
Your artfully sculpted beauty is like no other.

Although you are far from me, know that you will always excite me.
I will be euphoric when you mention my name.
I am for you and you are for me and always will be, Victoria.

Even if the coldest winter envelops us, know
that somewhere there will be someone to hug you.
And from the other side of the world, my heart will tremble for you.

The Leaf flows in the air waves
Gold glows in the skies
the wind guides its path forward

Your eyes shine like crystals
they are azure blue like the heavens.
Your words flow deep like rivers, they intoxicate me like the rain the grass.
Your lips are like forest roads crossing fields. They lead me along the path to the moon, where the stars speak verses and light the morning spark.

The pink sunset gently caresses the lilacs.
They are guests at the awakening of the blossoming breath of spring.
Accept my sensual embrace
and let the spring flowers show my love for you.

Milk-white trees cross in the light waves of the wind.
Cherry branches sway and calmly sing
to the twitching forsythia and the dance of emerald fields.
In front of this morning landscape I say out loud: "Welcome, my spring!"

Strawberry rivers in daylight cross my path, and crimson pomegranate hearts passionately kiss the surface.
The aroma of the crisp coffee leads me
to your captivating beauty, stopping time for the felt moment,
when together with you we become one.

Nature wakes up to give birth to
the colorful children of mother earth.
We gather together in devotion,
cherishing our love with symphony notes and the vibrations of vivid emotions.

The crunchy chocolate starts to melt,
and the sun arrives to warm us.
Raindrops drown us in a stream of unity and a new beginning comes in our souls. Let our eyes open our hearts, to accept the shades of the light.

Her eyes are shining emeralds and her breath is the scent of cinnamon.
Her lips are caramel, she steps elegantly like a gazelle.
She fills me up, the thread between us is so strong
butterflies flutter from her voice, her hair flutters like crimson streaks, and I immerse myself completely in her abundant beauty.
Time remembers only what is real.
Her kiss banishes laziness, and her maiden bliss
preserves our moment from here to eternity.
Devotion is our journey.
Life is our destination.
We awaken in the senses.
The ****** of love is that everything shines when she is near.
Let's dance together under the moonlight
and we wake up together with joyful eyes under sunlight
and cherish our moment from here to eternity.

Mist arising from the palms of his hands,
dark clouds with red linings above his lands.
He was red-hot under the collar picturing an ugly view.

A man demanding everybody to obbey his iron commands.
Jack would get irritated if someone accidentally approached his yards.
Mixing water with wine was his most favorite thing to do.

People were scared from his red-like shadow.
Their blood ran cold and adrenaline grow,
emotions flow, fears show, minds slow.

A white sand raining
on a beach of an island
in snowy black sea
silver tides cool the heat
as I throw off some snowballs

crunchy leaves float
meadows dancing rain
wrapping sun in gray 🍂

brown ❆ branches
break ❉ white ❊ crystals
into ❅ disappearing ❊ pieces ❄️

crimson sky shivers
sounds of spring water heating
fuming snowy breath 🌷

sunburnt black branches
shake calmly in the night's breeze
connecting earth's force 🍃

She hides her irreverent smiles under the falling sun. War sharpens its claws to drive them into its prey. He lies under a veil gloomy. It has the eyes of a predator lurking under a black mask, it holds its dolls in eternal captivity and dependence. War is a pacifier for the unwise.

Over dusty rivers, circling beneath blood-red skies. It blows on the wind and sounds like a thousand screams. War pours blood from its nose and mouth.
She drinks the living waters to cause a hellish drought on the human lands.

She rubs her hands in the big mess of dirt. She feeds her young with poison. War is a smoking pipe that numbs human beings.
Her gray curtains separate the babies from the mother's milk. Makes the red silk absorb the internal wounds.

War flies like an owl in the night. A smoldering spark burns in her eyes. The scourge of war strikes the peaceful and leaves scars for eternity. Little children lie frozen in time like bright ghosts beneath the gray mist.

Through the valleys, sparkling rivers flow, soothing us with lively sounds and renewing the forest alleys.
The wind blows, yellow ink paints fertile soils, and above, the birds call, dance in the rain, chirp on the branches, bathe in the air in the oils of the Sun showers.

The trees are tall towers, and the stones below lie wrapped in silver foil. They envelop the depths of our earth's core,
remembering the past and preserving our home for centuries blessed to come. Our hearts play the strings of life. May our eyes be emptied of prejudice and despair.

I bow to thee - the bestower of beauty to all.
You are the artist on the black paper, while the blue mountains are the throne of your kingdom. You look over the vicinities of life as you guide us walking in the chaos. Your colors fill the blank paper with the motley rays of spring, and the drawing is always there.

Dark Echoes of screams
in the terror of our dreams
Transcending virtue

It's withering away,
like a flower without water,
dying alone and drying in dismay.

The black clouds have obscured the sky,
and the sun's burning flames sustain life.
It's piercing the heart, blooming with light.

The Death of Love is like an unsung song.
It's tender to dream of listening but cruel when it doesn't play.
Words are left unspoken, and separation is prolonged.

You and I, what we left due to not knowing that sparks set up the fire,
but a lone spark fades in the wind's evil howling.
Vanity is loving oneself or believing you rest close to a playing lyre.

Let us embrace the end, not succumb to our desires.
The fires still burn within the darkest nights.
Forget the past and live, bursting out of the briars.

And our love is a forgotten song.
It's endearing to dream about but callous to forget.
Words are left unspoken, and the disunion prolongs.

Smiling faces under a heavenly voice.
Longing and passions are far behind us.
I pray that we remain with smiling faces;
- with a song and in enthusiasm. Baby promise, let the moment last forever...
My heart begs you, my dear. My soul burns to kiss you!
Without these longings and passions to throw ashes and embers,
upon our souls under the bright rays of the sun.
I will never be silent.
At sunset I will sing a song.

When we walk together, I leave cares and sorrows behind.
Strong I stay with you, with your kisses dear.
I wander in a frenzy, but your voice leads me forward.
- in carelessness and warmth. Cover me in your tender lap, be with me.
My soul trusts in you, dear. Your hugs conquer me.
Your eyes are the fertile soil and your lips are the environment.
Your springs intoxicate my soul like the rain the grass.
Whenever I'm sad and gloomy and being alone.
I know that you will always embrace me, shelter me in your temple.

Our love burns open.
Love is wrapped in the coming sunset and cries for us.
Our past days beneath our feet have hid;
-without a song and a smile on face. You left me with a bitter voice...
My heart melts, my dear. My soul whispers and desires you!
In past days and tribulations, your lips promised me you,
under the sky I dream and walk in the mud.
I will always stop along the way and gasp again.
Feeling grim I will call your name.

With a body wrapped in a crimson dress, she bears a violent temper.
Shining daylight, raging bewitching, captivating cunning.
You arrive with starry eyes and cheeks flushed like a ******.

In her curly hair, autumn curtains hang—roaming rays hot.
She glows in the night like a pictorial wall with hieroglyphics concealing madness.
You step elegantly, but you're a dangerously stealthy predator.

Grassy hills in floating flames burn beneath a voluminous haze.
Her look describes fabulous waterfalls, endlessly flowing and shining in the coming dawn. You associate with robbers and kings, but they do not understand, and no one will save you.

Lovely eyes sprinkle enchanting rays, her lips intertwined like a rose petal.
Her heart enticingly calls with her fruit to be drunk.
You hide in the nightlife, dress up, and do your love magic.

Neck fashioned in autumnal garments, wearing scarlet ruby earrings.
Her pink skin smells of perfume, inviting like a grape on a vine.
You invite visitors with your charm to carelessness, forever forced.

Her lips are flowing bewitching rivers—intersecting strokes of crimson. They bring a dream to taste her deep soils and her artfully carved forms.
You are determined to captivate without marrying— you stay lost in rebellion.

Daylight messenger rests in sky alleys
Shining like snowy pearls
He glides with the scent of the valley

Fairy mist wraps up the cores of roses
Awaking their youth's aroma
Morning carries a bliss of chroma

With roots inside the earthly womb
Their cosmic songs flow
Feeding our senses with goodness

Enigmatic spirits
Has their beauty shown
The valley offers her rich growth

Petals majestic thrive crimsoned with a glee
Their oils are a blessing to all
Green forms breathe, apples, and grass sculpted within a scene

In the Land of Roses
Bulgaria, oh jewel in the wild
Your wheat and your goods spring from deep like the waters

Somewhere in the night, shadows smolder in desolation,
humble branches dissolve in solitude.
Following the moonbeams to the branches, owls,
the birds of the night, licked in sorrows perch on top.

With a prayer they spread the darkness like a carpet on earth,
the raging flame does not subside, but angrily slides along the height, the wind whispers, but does not subside,
the dawn kisses the fields with its colors.
Somewhere in the night, in unison with the pale shore and sea,
the wind blows cold, the rain pours,
showering the soil with sadness, fluttering the veil of light.

Birds fly to a frantic memory, magical,
to cleanse their souls, to sow children's peace,
obsessed with clarifying the world, they embrace their children,
with their wings they press them tightly, and to the feasts in the spring bloom, they fly bearing peace on their backs, and keep their covenant.

Somewhere in the night, lilies on the river sway gently in deaf silence. Sparks go out under the veil of shadowy words,
and the dust noisy, and the ashes hot, colored by the firmament
and nature loving wrap our life towards eternity.

The night whispers, the wind blows on the branches,
the harvest grows and fills the fields, the leaves tremble,
with a slight tremor the universe shakes the vines.
And let the rain fall for a long time, whispering rhythmically,
a song gently sings, so fabulously ringing,
it pours over the plains, crumbles the rocks and flourishes.

Somewhere in the night where death and life intersect,
and the silent trunks absorb sleep from the fields,
there the shadows smolder in the mist, where the stems are tender
and showered by the rain build the leaves.

The night whispers, the mountain turns black,
bathed in dew, the bushes rustle like autumn leaves,
and the sky is showered with bright beads.
Flocks of birds fly over scorching fields,
the stars speak verses, and kindle the morning spark,
the day dawns, the gardens ripen, and the birds find new land.

A taste of your wine
Cinnamon tempting
Sugar so sweet
Embalms my mouth with an apple drip
It sends me a rain of bliss

Your breath makes me twine around.
A strand so strong
And your voice is so sweet
You send me into a trance with your mead
Bite my lips, whisper love with your kiss

I wish to taste your red wine
Tangerine sweet and the sun warm
Dream of heaven we stay in for evermore
Where we dance together in the moonlight
And we wake with joyful eyes in the sunlight

Bright and crystal water falling down the hill
A unique trip forever to enjoy
Embalm my mouth with an orange drip
Send my being in a bliss
Bite my lips, whisper to me love with your kiss

smile of a sparkling silver
shining with jewels in a thousand linings
a girl gazes at the stars declining.

below the tinge of a moon outline, light peeps
in her way soaring from blossoming skies
doves grab the fire within her eyes

a thatch of thick rose hair
rests on her shoulder and blazes in dark flare
it curls to the voice of her prayer

she weeps her shadow, couched inside his clutch
teardrops flow as rain toppling on a puddle
shaky as branches, she struggles

Irreverent smiles hid beneath the falling day.
Sharpened claws to hook into prey.
Predator eyes lurking above a black disguise.
War is a pacifier for the unwise.

Over a dusty river circled under red skies.
Flowing in the wind, it sounds like a thousand cries.
War drips her blood from the nose and mouth.
Drinks azure oceans to usher infernal drought.

Rubbing hands in a great mess of unclean.
War is a smoking pipe that numbs all being.
Grey curtains separate infants and a mother's milk.
It forces internal wounds to soak on red silk.

War flies like an owl in the dark.
It mirrors her eyes in a burning spark.
Machine scourge dispatched the meek.
Youth lies iced on a lambent specters' peak.

A lone nightingale winks from a burnt branch
deep into the living forest-- the nightingale sings.
Nighttime howls from wolves across the hills soothe the solitude in its voice.
The surface of the world-- majestic and aquatic quilt holds all life together.

Nightingale shadows fly and send their breath across the falling atmosphere.
A nearby owl envisions the moon with its eyes.
Animals respond to the cycle of nature below the pouring fresh rain
for the grains to grow up, waters will feed them.

Nearby animals taste life under the misty skies as the forest grows.
Thunder waits for the nightingales to weep into blackness disguised
silently they let their tears ripple into the waters.
The bird on the branch stands like an altar.

Autumn comes like the chariot of a lover worshiping romance
trees shift into brighter shades-- they get older with every hour spent.
Feeling sleepy, the birds sense their slightest vibrations--
the storm was experienced colder, and thunder sounded louder.
Dry leaves merge with the wilting grasses
the leaves hover into the wind manifesting the outcome.

Here within the eye of the storm in the pureness of earth
a bird's moan punctures glasses built on the verge of civilization.
The border between those two worlds is shaking
all birds will leave to the south searching for refuge away from the deep sleep incoming and frightful gray dreams.

goodness is echoing from their flight
caressing abandoned puddles, along with the breeze
feeds dusty grass beads and the specks of dirt are crumbling
lilies in the valley succumb to the shaking
all eyes get directed towards the outcome.

A wise guru once said:
"A land with no culture that is relying on finances will fall."

Deeds are deeper to analyze.
Psychotic painter draws two brothers fighting.
He dabs with brush lunacy on the palette.
Signing a virus onto media to frighten us, gain our fortune.

And his flames irradiate from looking boxes.
Hypnotizing, he scourges our perception of Russia.
He foreshadows his evil plan west from across the Atlantic ocean.
Can he operate our responses?

The painter watches from the sky as he sits on a mountain throne.
His Empire of lies he founded in slavery and ******.
He drips blood from his nose and beard.
Silencing his victims, he draws their cries.

He places an eagle on his shoulder with a crooked hand.
Predator's eyes lined up above his black disguise.
Sharping claws to hook into prey.
His cheeky smile hid beneath the falling day.

''Justice'', he says. ''Justice will be directed by my will.''

Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, Vietnam, Cuba, Puerto Rico, Bosnia, Serbia, Haiti, Kuwait, Nicaragua, Libya, Korea, Panama, and Japan left buried beneath the dust of his unleashed hell.
A grieving continuation. Throughout the eradication of old Indians, unfortunate Africans, and Mexicans. Nobody heard then, and nobody prayed. Eyes and prayers are now in Ukraine.

Ukrainians bombed peaceful Russian people in Donbas.
Repeatedly harassing and retaliation came crashing.
In a great mess unclean, rubbing his hands in peace,
America's afraid to intervene.
Awaiting others to fight is in his scheme.
Listen to the Ukrainian president lying to the world,
his soldiers died on Snake Island.
A corrupt government generates hate on the backs of the Russian people.
The Russian bear is awakened, taking care of the invaders of his den. And the Ukrainian president hides behind the living shields of brave civilian men.

He smokes a pipe with a hat hiding his face.
NATO kept provoking, aiming at a new order.
Owning most media that spans Europe- America possess this place.
Russians never spoke against him, while he does and uses NATO to hide. Showing desperation to pay his debts towards Europe,
he made a bid to his mind.

"Russian soldiers have orders not to respond to provocations and protect civilians. They warn the people of Ukraine where they will strike to prevent the casualties. Do not listen to the Ukrainian president. He will do anything to stay in power."

The sun slipped through
Bright shadows come shimmering
A loving child leaps into a puddle
It pours the morning dew

Cleft clouds onto the floor
Where glimmering fantasies fall
Crystalline fingers dim
As fresh as dawn drizzle the night dash in

Wild swamp brimmed in flowers.
Frogs glide on damp open lilies.
Croaking below the cloak of an oak tree
Prest to leap on a leafy log

Adoring the old tree bringing warmth
The lilies soak in eternity
A signed by life affinity
Sets us free like the wind

The sun and rain sparkle in color
Rainbow paints the petals green
Frogs drink water with skin
Utterly dry, they hop on moist soil

The old tree inclines to the earth
Wind shuffle leaves rustle
Unfurling petals of roses
Swaying in the falling rain

Earth and water
Connected in a vow
To each a jewel in the wild
Both live to fill each other's desire

Empty fog rests on beings' entire.
Mirroring entities listen to the forest's choir.
Stretching myself to infinity in a dream
Time flows like elusive steam

Irreverent smiles hid beneath the falling day.
Sharping claws to hook into prey.
Predator eyes lurking above a black disguise.
War is a pacifier for the unwise.

Over a dusty river circled under red skies.
Flowing in the wind, it sounds like a thousand cries.
War drips her blood from the nose and mouth.
Drinks azure oceans to usher infernal drought.

Rubbing hands in a great mess of unclean.
War is a smoking pipe numbing all being.
Grey curtains separate infants and a mother's milk.
It forces internal wounds to soak on a scarlet silk.

War flies like an owl in the dark.
It mirrors her eyes in a burning spark.
Machine scourge dispatched the meek.
Youth lies iced on a lambent specters' peak.

The only boy in the family got drafted into the army. He saw that the journey away from home might be his last. "Mother, please take this rose. I will come back once it has withered," the young man said to his mother as he wiped the tear on her cheek. He went down the road looking at the sky. The rose never withered, and the boy never returned. His ashes were scattered in the winds by the explosion that devastated his journey. His name got engraved on a stone, and that is what's left of him. One time he prayed to return and two times he perished. One time he was posthumously awarded and two times he was remembered.
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Memorial to the people that gave their lives for their cause.
They headed to the battlefield with enormous courage,
fought for what they believe in
and caught the prize of remembrance and honor.
Even though they wanted to live happily with their families.

Many children were left without their dads
and many grandchildren had no grandfathers there to love and play with.
All of this was because of the desire to conquer
and wishes for fortune of some people.

Here this stone will remain
with the names of the fallen heroes for eternity.
For their families to remember and what they could have had
if it wasn't for the mindless people and their blade of destiny.
The flowers we put show that their sacrifice wasn't in vain.

Let the night in, for I'll be writin' the letters of light in the air.
Our bodies pulsate by the notes of gentle symphonies, and we adhere.
Two elements shakin' and mergin' into one.

We are makin' it and cravin' for more of this addictive fun.
The moonlight rays reach the shapes of the furniture, movin' along with the temperature, increasin' with each movement.

Like desert diamonds, we will reflect in the pearly sun.
You will be the meadow that I will prefer and the lover within my arms to cover. Until amusement, let my cries give you inducement.

From the color of sulfate, this night is glowin' with universal sparks.
We both have bewitchin' feels for each other.
I am tastin' honey on the curves of her skin, and we embark on the hill.

The darkness is sailin' on the waves of our unity.
We stomp on a bed full of cherries, and the night stays still.
She feeds me with her tempting body, and I see her lucid thrills.

I climb on her high balconies, and I am one with the moon,
drinkin' from the passion of her milky skin.
Our hearts entwined. I attune from the voice of the raccoon.

Her body is femininity incarnated into a guitar. I play on her strings, listenin' to the music from noon until dawn, bound to our emotional devotion. Our irresistible pleasure is bowing to our connection.

Let the night in, for I will write the letters of light in the air.
Our bodies pulsate by the notes of gentle symphonies, and we adhere.
Two elements shakin' and mergin' into one.

We are makin' and cravin' for more of this addictive fun.
The moonlight rays reach the shapes of the furniture, movin' along with the temperature, increasin' with each movement.

From the color of sulfate, this night is glowin' with universal sparks.
We both have bewitchin' feels for each other.
I am tastin' honey on the curves of her skin, and we embark on the hill.

The darkness is sailin' on the waves of our unity.
We stomp on a bed of cherries, and the night stands still.
She feeds me with her tempting body, and I see her lucidly.

I climb on her high balconies, and I am one with the moon,
drinkin' from the passion of her milky skin.
I attune from the voice of the raccoon.

Her body is femininity incarnated into a guitar.
I play on her strings, listenin' to the music from noon until dawn,
bound to our emotional devotion.

All sailors get drowned by the number as the sea monster devastates their journey. ''Don't ya worry, lads! It will start to rain once we get home,'' was the last sentence the captain said to his mates before the clash. Echoes of cannons and guns, cries are carried in the wind onto distant shores.

Anchors are floating in the waves, on the surface of the sea, drifting downstream. Memories of this event are sealed deep within the sea monster's conscience. Stories about these murders thrill the skin of the sailors that follow. Their wits get consumed with terror. All who dare to sail there analyze their lives. Reaching this ****** domain may be the last sight the sailor will see. And the only concern of the sea monster is-- will there be more fools to pass from here?

This legendary beast returns to the bottom of the sea. Flutes alarm the isle cities as panic arrives as an uninvited guest. Whirlpools swallow the remaining objects of the ship that remained intact after the impact with this mythical creature.

Your stars were blinking, and skies were twinkling.
Your chariot brought enlightenment to me.
Uncertainty was stripping my soul.
The sugar you sprinkled across my hearth ignited the flames melting it.

With a smiling face, you hid me from a rainy night.
The moment you turned towards me, I was rescued and free.
Like a scarlet moon, you ignited the fire and light within me.

Following her deep into the pale smokes of the cave,
the butterfly spreads her wings to fly.
I step gently and quietly hear her motions.

She is my roof against the snow,
and the snow was the bullying I endured during my childhood.
I was blind, and she cured me.

The butterfly kisses the fog, and I embrace its guidance.
I feel one with her. She comforts me that I will find my way.
The sun rays penetrate the dense fog as the cave's walls deplete.

The black butterfly disappears into the light.
I got left with nothing but a lesson whispered in my ear by the sun:
''Once you are free from the blackness,
my guidance has completed your journey!''

Mature my Mirabelle.
Fill my senses with your rich commences.
Yellow and blue, you are majestic like Malibu.
A royal color growing in nature like summer.
Discover emotions never felt before.

Sweeten me, Mirabelle.
Touch me with your gentle skin,
send a shiver down my spine.
Catch my soul as it follows your trails.
Jump in the dam, destroy the walls.

Accept my body, Mirabelle.
Give birth to our energy.
Mirror our synergy in the purple glass.
Yellow hair hovers across heated beaches,
presses my heartbeat as I am within her reaches.

The core of life smiles to the emerald maiden,
but fallen stars encircle her with thorns.
Candy canes are twirling in the wind
when lust transform them into melting snow.

Crystal flows on the lake
reflections of the sun
spreads through steamy souls

Crystal flows on a ghost lake
sun is reflecting
and spreads through steamy souls lake

The strings of love are vibrating
Notes float through the air waves
You are something you cannot see
Words better be said by the melody

ring planet shivers
floral stardust is mirrored
in sheer black matter

the sun is weeping
passing through fluffy black sheeps
it summons friendship

the sun is raining
penetrating through dark clouds
it summons goodness

pineapple light sparks
flowing life reflecting on
opals deviation
lunar queen goes for a rest
amber king dethrones her

Absorbing Sun's caring embrace
and the water's life,
the trees mix them into oxygen for the man,
for he has planted the seeds
which marked their beginning — organisms vital for wildlife and shelter.

The man now receives their appreciation
with the maturing of the fruit.
To eat it is honoring its purpose and time,
for it grew only for you, as a gift.
Earth's hospitality was never meant for granted,
but be returned to the cycle.

It spins like our planet in space,
around a warm core and a cold shell.
Stars there align to the call of energy
designed to dance in gray,
and to portray protons and electrons
in a chemical reaction,
beginning of the first light — pressed lighter igniting candles.

An Arctic breath of north moves
across the snowy dirt
like a fridge
across a chocolate
ice cream with vanilla

Winter sun lights
over the white shadow of ice
like a microwave heating frozen meals
grief and joy are the two sides
choose favourite

crunchy leaves swimming
rain dances in the meadows
drowning the sun rays

brown • branches
break • white • crystals
into • disappearing • pieces

sunburnt black branches
shake calmly in the night's breeze
connecting earth's force

Blue sunset glowing
in the frozen red planet
brown dry dust shivers

tomorrow's world changes today
believe that joy will never leave
emerald glass surrounds sorrow
rainbow eyes are there to follow

Trees are letting their leaves to fall down.
Throughout the spring and summer they were together
until the breath of north split them apart.

They go in red, orange, yellow and brown.
Snow will come from the arrival of the north cold weather
making our world shine like a master's art.

We watch the colors change in our town,
but if the degrees could rise it would be much better.
Our minds hope for change and a new start.

Olive juice hovers
summoning ivory mist
closing fiery lips

The streetlights are flashing
rhythmically in the winter evening
when fluffy snow pours
through the streets of our city.

The green grass disappears
as the landscape dynamically turns white.
For adults, this is another cold evening
and for the children is a time for rejoicing.

The fireplace warms our bodies
like the sun in the summer,
while the love of family and friends
brings delight to us all.