the box of pini: Temmuz 2014

31 Temmuz 2014 Perşembe

Sunlight skims the tiles of rooftops

Obscured by a chimneys whisper.

Far below shadows play,

Lingering as darkened cloaks

May 27, 2012

“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”