Every day at exactly 4 pm she was there, sitting in her usual spot on a bench that, similar to her,
In the midst of the day
He was wondering
Thoughts were growing
A little bit further away
Child with a Dove, 1901 by Pablo Picasso
It was long long ago when she had to go,
She fled and never came back.
It was the biggest
There is this place, a quiet place,
A peaceful place to be.
There is this place, a lovely
My best friend
I will start this poem as a fairy tale,
Once upon a time, there was this
We drive in the big family car,
No need for a destination at the end.
There is a sense of freedom
When I am not here with you I feel so lost,
Days go by and it seems so meaningless.
I feel the
I live in this foreign country,
They keep looking at me.
They always stare when I’m
I am sitting on the balcony,
I am staring at the endless blue ocean.
I am trying to ignore all the