Peshku's Blog

On my crystal vase
The light reflects.
The dazzling light covers the sky.
The soul’s crystals crumble
Scream and cry
Beating forcefully
The transparent walls of silence
The clouds cease their fly
Over the sun’s breath
The birds’ tears fall on tree branches
And mingle with spring’s leaves.
In my room silence sat on the chair
I writhe, lied on my bed and wake up;
Miss something
Collect word pieces
beneath roses steam
And walk on verses streets
Where memories gush
And enhance the green field
Inside my eyes.
In this white morning
That has come migrated from soul
I get up
And with you friends I talk
To wish you peace and goodness.