Through the windowpane I gaze,Where rain slides down in silver haze,Each droplet speaks of quiet ache,Of time undone, of hearts that break. Beyond the glass, the world turns grey,Snowflakes spiral, then drift away,Lost in space, in silent rhyme,Falling out of place and time. There—between the veil and storm,A shadow moves, no hearth, no form,A dog, […]
Cracks are not wounds, but sacred maps of moments pressed into mineral script. Each groove a voice, each grain perhaps a thought the wind once gripped. This is no mere rock, but a memory made flesh— a vessel of echo, a rhythm enmeshed. So the sandstone stands, not dead, but dreaming, its presence in pixels […]
When I have been about twenty, Mid-eighties with the drops, And storms with folks were fighting For the unharvested crops That times, the friend of mine has told To come To celebrate his wedding On bride and on her father’s gold And here am I with gentle walk along the river With aim of wedding […]
A tree that separates light from the darkness
Everything is subject to changes and distorts! In The transformation is involved male figure in the role of a ballerina painting background in dissonant interval!
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wishing you a joyful and restful Sunday !
blessings,
Chris