Life, love, dreams…

Bus station

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Gray people…gray day.

Cold drops of rain.

Crying tries –

Black birds across the sky.

Shivering bodies,

Under broken umbrellas.

Dumb strangers,

Lost in their thoughts.


Three bright yellow lilies,

Wrapped in a wet piece of newspaper,

Gently hold in an old man’s hand…

Delicate flowers, wrinkled skin.

The beginning and the end.

The beauty … lost of it…

Bits of moments…countdown.

What’s their story? Maybe life…

Three yellow lilies…

We still breathe under a blue sky.

The world is new, the eyes awaken …



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