Poetry

Ode to my Last Days in Slovakia

A girl, a castle, and the last night.

Kristina

Your face is blurred,
But I still feel your touch,

Kristina…

The picture was taken by the author.

Kristina was a girl I met on a Saturday night, and since I had a few beers in my body, her picture in my mind is blurred…

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