Introspection 8

I lost my memory,

All around returned to shadows,

Ashes, little sparkles flying on my

Mind, just I remember a view:

Sitting on a balcony with you,

Cup of coffee, sadness in my soul,

Melancholic air hardly we could breath "

It was something as pressure in us,

But holding our porcelain cups with

Fresh made coffee and milk,

We managed to realize through the

Train of time, this moment will be frozen

There in our minds. Forever.

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Introspection 7

I received your letter, my heart,

It was late when it arrived "in the night,

And all the time I touched the paper,

So strange smell it radiated, touched

The ink letters with your handwriting

Written so fast, with careful hand,

Kissed it, as I would kiss your gentle fingers.

But it was late,

My blood couldn`t stop now flowing,

I`m not afraid to die,  just now as if in

Your hands, holding your letter I was

Dying.

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Introspection 6

I remember when I was a little girl,

Every time I was crying, they couldn`t

Relief my fear, even they showed to me

a mirror " my face all in tears,

I couldn`t recognize myself " but

They were telling me “see yourself

Now, do you see how you are

Ugly when you cry? You never should!”

And I started loudly…

now I never cry, hardly look myself

into a mirror, but with smile,

I couldn`t cry, as your hearts do now.

I couldn`t laugh as your hearts now.

But my tears flow every time, when

I see his face in front of me. I just cry

and smile in the same time. 

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Introspection 5

Memories are melting in me

In my mind as an old book pages,

With smell of timeless dreams,

Of ink, fingers, love and breath

New generations are going and

Coming again on the scene,

Just you and me remain the same,

As pair of green parrots in our cage.

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  June-013

Introspection 4

Time is restless train, 

the more you travel,

the more it irritates 

your senses, you see 

the changing views of

nature, trees, fields 

with wheat and corn,

sunflowers and memories,

Time is restless train,

until you go to the end

you forget what was your aim,

you forget what rest from you,

in which fast wagon you are

how long time did you travel? 

who you are and where do you go?

Finally is all the same, 

the train is heading to the

last station of endless lake. 

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Introspection 3

When I look into the mirror,

 I see myself in million parts

 Of me " as some are unknown,

 From my far away past,

 Some are shining and sweet

 As memories of childhood,

  Some are covered with dark "

 (but when I see them turn my

 head aside) " and some have

 my face with your eyes, 

 some have short hair as a boy,

 some have long silky hair of a doll,

 some have wildness and insanity,

 some have romantic lonely dress...

 How can I simply look, observe them all?

 Forgetfulness is growing in my soul,

 But your image and your piece of puzzle

 Here missing, I want to find it in the night

 With your red kisses,

 I want to hold you in my heart,

 To feel the timeless breath of love,

 Of my need, of silence and eternity

 And look again deep into your mirror core.

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  June-013