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Peter Balkus Jan 10
Can't wait for the Summer.
Sometimes time doesn't fly.
Peter Balkus Dec 2018
In the land of the Angels
anyone who doesn't respect them,
won't be respected.

Anyone who laughs at them,
will be rejected.

Anyone, who don't believe in them,
will be dissected.
Peter Balkus Dec 2018
I'll be waiting for him
sitting on the shore,
I know one day
he will come.

I don't care
about anything else.
I'll be waiting for him,
like if I was waiting for myself.
Peter Balkus Nov 2018
Deeper I fall into darkness,
better I see the Light.
Peter Balkus Nov 2018
Seven days without her
is one week without me.
Peter Balkus Oct 2018
He is happy now
in a peaceful rest.
He fought for his country,
he did his best.

It wasn't easy life,
bed of thorns, no roses,
but he is smiling now,
whispering It was worthy.

He could've lived much longer
if didn't go to war,
he could've spent his days
in never-ending awes.

But he chose a different fate,
much different fate he chose.

Staring at the stars,
he is smiling now.

Knowing that his land
ain't a land of the chained,
he is full of joy
and young again.
Inspired by "The Great War Symphony - The Dead Soldier" by Patrick Hawes
Peter Balkus Oct 2018
I collect dreams,
I've got loads of them
at my tiny place -
they are everywhere!

On my bedroom floor,
in the corridor,
in the kitchen, stacked
on the wash-machine,

next to plates and mugs.
And under the sink.
In the cellar, and
in the attic too.

They are - everywhere,
no place left, no room.

But I'd never wanted
to chuck them away -
I believe my dreams
will come true one day.
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