Welcome home Linda

Late in the evening

Sensing the sweet perfume of the sea in winter

Windana

Shoreline Perfume

Inner confusion, haziness, deep thoughts too hard to focus... loneliness

Hazy

Breathing & laughing

Thoughts, memories, reflections on youth and time flown away too fast ... Old age.

3 a.m. atop Tribulina hills

What is
the wringing pain that seizes me
in the evening
when the shadows start to grow tall
and in homes fires
are lighten up

A Question

At the end of a whole life, we just can find remnants, in our hands

Remnants

Shots, hidden feelings, sudden memories that break into your day and fill your eyes with tears. No excape, no shelter but tears

Tribulina & other storiues

Hidden

Wearily i sit
Wearily waiting for the return 
of milder days
I walked my dusty roads
I got lost on muddy paths
And I lost friends along the way

Wearily I sing
While inner flames devour me
The ashes of my life fly by 
in the wind
please gentle wind   
remember me

Peter Mark