Patiently waiting,

Camouflaged among the leaves,

Soon to glide with the breeze. ...

There are parts of me

Hidden in darkness

Behind closed doors. ...

There’s a curve up ahead.

Sharp or gentle?

Steep or gradual? ...

Don’t let the thorns

Scare you away.

They’re on the outside. ...

This is what I’ll tell you,

Years from now,

When we’re both old: ...

Summer passed,

Autumn arrived,

And as winter nears,

Lonely log cabins,

Winding mountain roads,

Snowy nights, ...

The vine is drying,

Winter approaching,

And a single tomato, ...

Ocean or sky?

Blue or grey?

And why all the squares? ...

Autumn leaves reflecting the sun,

The usual sea of people,

Nowhere to be found. ...

The cracks appeared,

When he was born.

He was the water ...

On cold winter days,

The old tree near our village

Wears a thin layer of snow. ...

An empty station…

I’m all alone,

Looking for a soul, ...

There’s an old clock,

Next to a farm hut,

In my countryside. ...

Even leaves,

Find partners in life…

Yellow edges intertwine, ...

We planted the tree

On a cold winter day

Many seasons ago. ...

There was a time

When form dictated my life.

Straight lines, neatness, order, ...

The lens focused on her:

Colorful,

Open,

Believe,

And they will too.

Just a little hope, ...

Soon I’ll land,

Drive home,

Park, ...