Dark day

The morning light woke me up and I was looking forward to a nice day. It does not work as we think. By eight o'clock it started to rain and it turned the day dark. Black is the colour o sadness and the day certainly had a depressing light, mainly because I have yet not opened this blog as I would like it to do, namely just without putting in every time my e-mail and password. There must be a shorter way, others have it. So grandma, learn!

First try to do something on the blog

Cocktail recipe
©Anna Plesums

my life’s cocktail
is made of words and feelings
a drop of imaginary love
reality and theories
found and doubted
learning the hard way
tripping over thoughts of death
running, grasping, catching,
saving the impossible dreams
years fly by changing constantly
it isn’t finished yet -
aging brings new flavors
loneliness, sorrows, partings,
drop by drop
once in a while little joy
shared silently
when heart feels that no one cares
I sip that cocktail – one day at a time
by instinct or on order from God
wishing that at some point it will
have a taste of true peace
for the last drop I drink

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