Black letters as grim leaves
of long withered pale trees
fill the graves of true lovers.
Summer can be very beautiful sometimes.
I would like to share a few pictures with you, which I took during my visit to the beautiful Island of Lézvosz (a.k.a. Lesvos), Greece, during the spring of 2007. Keep in mind that these are poorer in quality, because I only had a mediocre camera at the time.
I like to just sit on a bench and silently watch. The world is a fascinating place, forever telling stories. With a bit of imagination even the smallest things can be interesting.
I wrote this poem after some dark moments within the University.
Sometimes I just feel lost and lonely, because it is hard to find one’s place, when cheerful careless life seems so distant and alien.
Written on a cold autumn day.
To the Far East stands a Lonely Tower…
A dark, yet comical and heart-warming episode in the story of Andurile and her new path.
A poem about the lost children of the fallen empire.
Poem of a lost son…
A poem about the deception of prophecies, never to be taken granted. For those can always have countless interpretations.