A swiss commentator,

Clearing his throat loudly,

Live on air, ...

Which to take.

Where to go.

Who to see. ...

The sun sets,

In the tranquility of empty,

Frozen fields. ...

Normally crowded,

Today deserted.

Strange solitude, ...

Cutting words,

Can hurt the soul.

Like bullets, ...

There’s always one,

In every crowd.

Happy, ...

Side by side.

The old and young.

Complementing. ...

Red dominates,

Bringing warmth and smiles.

Scratches enhance character. ...

In olden days,

Ferris wheels were different.

Multi-colored, ...

Simple times,

Long gone.

When milk, ...

Even black sheep,

Of the family,

Can be accepted. ...

I see your eyes,

Among the soft petals.

Lazy days, ...

A little color,

Brightens up the grey.

A smile, ...

To lay there…

Feel the sun,

Cool breeze, ...

Windy and cool.

Summer slowly fading.

Crowds call from afar. ...

Take me with you.

Any one of you.

Far away. ...

“Come inside...”

The fire’s blazing.

Tea brewing. ...

A dog with no eyes.

The map of Greenland.

Flowing rivers, ...

Man-made ornaments,

Stretching to the sky.

Speaking out quietly. ...

At times,

Even friends,

Walk in different directions, ...