Endless games

Endless games

And the days of summer and winter endless games came. Golden leaves are falling from every day more and more lonely trees, playing with wind, smiling to sun. In the mornings smell of winter cold days is bantering with warm blows of summer.

Colorful carpets are whispering under my feet and my soul is singing their songs. So I made peace with the falling leaves. Goodbye summer!

Svetlana

Svetlana

bills, fees and invoices
i am falling in love
your name boldly typed
on white pages of your history

every month reminder
feeds starving mail box

i would love to have a crash on you
but please
do not crash while i am thinking about you

you there
in the air
take care
of your bills and yourself