People might see you as goddessBut when this role is played
Sometimes we choose the path,Sometimes it chooses us.
If you can’t run to your dream,Then walk.
You started as a lovely poemWith many exclamation marks.I loved to read you in the morningsAnd…
The street is getting fresh and white;My steps are printing in the snow.I’m leaving everything…
I will make you a cup of coffee,So you could awake from your dream.Together, we’ll meet…
A Poem
Once, in the frosty morning,When it just starts to snow,I’ll open my window widely,And I will let it…
Holding pens, we walk side by side,Wrapped in a fog of uncertainty,Trying to understand the…
The steering wheel still keeps the warmth,The tires are rustling by the road…