Always after rainy days is spring.

Do I have any friend?
I am alone.

4 Comments

  1. Marisol
    Posted April 22, 2011 at 9:05 pm | Permalink

    Lots of sunlight, very important!!!! Alone- “perhaps all my life”.

  2. begger
    Posted April 23, 2011 at 12:12 am | Permalink

    Rain struck, broke the night,

    By the road an empty mansion,

    In cathedrals of trees, the mountains przyƂbicach,

    Wagner tons.

    Stained glass for a strange,

    Empty chambers chill

    In the gray dust, broken time

    Dead, empty mansion.

    Drew adds, because the fire was extinguished,

    Storm still continues,

    Suddenly feria colors and lots of candles,

    Someone is playing the violin,

    Bow doors of the Gothic

    And creaking glide sideways

    And white lady comes from them

    The diamond fog.

    Whirled listed manor house,

    Flame red hair,

    I’m flying over the mountains, I’m going with it,

    A rose in her hand.

    And after night comes day

    A calm after the storm,

    Suddenly, the birds wake me

    Smashing the windows

    And after night comes day

    A calm after the storm,

    Suddenly, the birds wake me

    Smashing the windows

    Again, gray, empty house,

    Where refuge

    And dearest of all, with all my

    For stained glass,

    Again on the road, the road must go,

    The force of the plunge,

    Although it still lies in the hands of

    Slightly wilted rose …

    And after night comes day

    A calm after the storm,

    Suddenly, the birds wake me

    Smashing the windows

    And after night comes day

    A calm after the storm,

    Suddenly, the birds wake me

    Smashing the windows

  3. stefania
    Posted November 11, 2013 at 11:52 pm | Permalink

    I am sure you are not alone!

    ‘Always after rainy days is spring’…..mmmm that’s not always the case in London weather…rainy days most of the time ….and spring is hiding behind pretentious clouds pretending to allow sunny spring to be appeared…

  4. 8
    Posted January 3, 2015 at 8:45 pm | Permalink

    What kind of birds. Ravens?
    U are not alone I am with you and you are with me.
    Solitude is good for the soul.

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