I like to write little poems. But painting and photography is also standing on my menu.
The foam coming from the waves. The foam coming from the waves.
Mixed with the sound of the brook... Mixed with the sound of the brook...
Darkness... Is falling. By dark clouds. Darkness... Is falling. By dark clouds.
Winter time has dismantled, several trees Winter time has dismantled, several trees
What a flower... She's opening her heart, What a flower... She's opening her heart,
She is really crying. She is really crying.
Nice done... This flood Nice done... This flood
Surrounded by autumn trees. Surrounded by autumn trees.
A place, where everything is, green. A place, where everything is, green.
The glittering lights will eventually overpower the darkness. The glittering lights will eventually overpower the darkness.