I’m his act of emotions
Happy Friday everyone, make you a great day, because you are worth it❤️
.. Cherished memories of what could be..
Scent of desire aroused his
New Year is the time when all wolves
go wild with their insatiable hunger,
and me as a weak shattered she wolf
is the only thing he
can’t lose control by tasting her
can’t meet her primal urges,
can’t hear her mouths moaning,
can’t pull her upon a pine to make him
came more alive..
He wished for to chase her,
close her darkness,
lick her wetness with his long
and plunge into a swollen lust-filled riverbank
diamond pearls bubling over of
relief down his bulged carnal desire…
…and she was only his imagination…
-A winter rose-
A winter rose played
with your cord, unraveled strings… Death is a bizarre soul,
I just had to understand,
a steam fills my mind while
you are stabbing me with Arctic icicles… I’m dark, haunted and bleeding
my own blood for the silence
you cutted me with so deeply.
Thank you so much everyone one, for all your support, love and friendship, I’m beyond grateful❤️
Let’s start this new year with hope, strenght, care and let’s finished it with love and gratitude…
Don’t forget love dear readers, do small things with much love and live each day that someone will be thankful for who you are❤️
The day is short and the night is long in this
country in the north with its snow-capped
mountains and fjords with white veil that lie
still in this dark time, the river flows with its
ice crystals dancing in the waterfall that
hovers with the north wind beyond the dusk
and she lights a candle.
The Northern Lights dances in joy where the
polar bears eyes glimmering infront of the
Christmas star that blinks in this
frozen winter night where the last ray of the
moon’s mystery slowly fades away until
she lights a candle.
A child’s face resting against the window pane
in the hope…..
underneath the Christmas tree
lies everything she wish for, but it is too good to
Snow crystals fall outside are unique, beautiful
and shines evocative in the cold night.
She light a candle where she dreams an Arctic
dream about the miracle of the infant faith.
The white dove flies silently through the chains
that lift the adventure of hope behind
the jewel of the dark night.
Somewhere with the frost on her cheeks,
a little girl lights a candle for all the stories that
are expressed without words, that are burned
into the scars of the human hearts.
My first poetry collection in English language is
released on 12.1.2020. (Amazon.com)
Available in my linktree:
From the north a butterfly in
winter land under the
Polar star in the elongated small country
If you listen carefully you can hear
her wing stroke rises from a descending black
star from a nightmare visions
flash down below the abyss…
breaks through the chains from a cage of
another day healing subconsciously
a picture of pain.
Bleeding memories and a battered
but beautiful as the midnight sun…
strong as the Northern Lights dances on the
black canvas of the sky, she colors her soul’s
landscape of a ruin to an
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