The nights seem so long
a clock on the wall is moving slow...

My spirit is wide open
my soul is exploring...

As I am watching the moon goes down
I can see the sun coming from across...

I woke up this morning
with my eyelids swollen...

The sky is burning
trees are holding strong...

Trees are like windchimes
responding to the windsong...

A tree way out in the fields
broken branches, leafs on the ground...

Our thoughts
are the seed of our soul...

The time I've spent in nature
walking through thick grass...

As we are facing the forth semester of the year
I am slowly wrapping up my last nine months...

The beauty of writing
you can express all kind of emotion...

Monday, 4 December 2017
9:18 pm...