Květen 2015


25. května 2015 v 22:47 Poems
The day is near its end.
Blinds are down.
I can't stand
on my legs.
in this lonely town.
He isn't here
to wipe my weary tear.
I'm waiting.
Nothing happens.
run out of tissues,

Vlčie maky

17. května 2015 v 22:02 Básne

Osamelé vlčie maky
na koľajach pretli vlaky
a útržky lupeňov
pochovali pod zemou.