The hidden villages in the mountains
Enjoyed quiet and family,
While watching the progress rush around.
The luxury is over
And things come from the big world
And feelings are drained
From the alpine people.
Run run run
Everybody can run
but in her unique way
That might take her not very far.
Learning to run
As an adult
Is an unimaginable effort
that can only start today.
Journey trap
Surprised, I find myself
Surrounded by proud snowy mountains
And massive green lands.
Taken by the intensity of each day
And exhausted by the unwanted tests,
I cannot feel the beauty
of the situation around me.
Absorbed by the journey,
I forgot the achievements.
Confetti heart
Your carapace has toughened
And your being is protected
Though your heart still beats fast
And the fear hasn’t left.
Only what you hold within
Makes a difference
And your knowledge, the details, the wanderings
Like confetti decorate your potential.
The day has come
Sooner than expected.
Photo album
Opening like a flower
To welcome those new possibilities
Only the horoscope can confirm you
But that you worked so hard for.
Remember those beside you
And the hands you are shaking
That come with a true smile.
Your photo album is forming
And you are coming to the front in the pictures.
Recognize\destination
Not knowing the way or the mean of transportation,
Reaching the destination is hard,
But not impossible.
The destination will have full pink flowers
And golden glasses with joyful bubbles
And you will determine the situation.
Free to celebrate the small happenings
And ironies of life
You will recognize it.
Your destination like a nest
You have to build a straw at the time
In the cold winds
To be home.
BFF
Outside my window only a far land
And a distant town
Put boundaries to my creativity.
No eyes are staring
But looks are guessing
This woman with no fear
That always asks more and pushes the limit.
I stare at my hands
And hold them together
Because they are my best friend.
Foody storm
Apparent control
On the surface of a storming ocean
Is the shakiest way of transport
Through the day.
Like a cat on a sailing boat
I always my eyes are high
To the faraway land
And my heart feels at home
Only when a fish lies in front of me.
Green Food as a panacea to the waves
And the wind
That poke me on the journey.
Story hourglass
Even when you are not watching
The story is formed.
Senseless moments
That seem distracting
As a grain to your hourglass.
Bigger and smaller lessons
Are taught when you are not listening
Our shown by the behaviour
Of that streams guy walking by.
All the grains are stored together
But gave their value
When spent alone.
Early bloom
Once hidden below the melting snow,
The premature sun is back to shine.
Stretching my weekend leaves
I build my strength to bloom
Once the situation is favorable.
and the opening of the surrounding clouds,
strong with the support of those who see far,
Here I Stand alone in the middle of the field.
