i would never believe
i could born in Estonia
i would never feel grief
and all that melancholia
once, grandmother told me
our great life has the sides
with the different things
the truths and the lies.
then it got me to think
if could have a chance
i would spill all my ink
seemed from very first glance
but sometimes i still dream
like when i was a kid
that i never was weird
for the people i need.
i still carry my dream
in my pure fragile heart
that somewhere i'll write
something looking like art
love to dream about place
i have not been before
like green Narva's landscapes
with those river blue lace
i had recently wore.
YOU ARE READING
moonlight along the river road
Poesíathats my first poetry collection. i wrote it with my fragile heart and broken but still kind soul
