These are the worlds, written down one day, during real hard and exosting time, which sometimes,
I have. Probably, this is the main reason why I called this ,,Sometimes". A.W.
Sometimes, when the streets are so empty
And you have enough ways, which you follow every day
Sometimes, when you mind somewhere gone
And everything say, that it is time only for you
Than seat in the kitchen and listen how the raindrips
Are softly plaing on the window
Look on the wet road and drinking your favourite liquid
In the darkness of street light, see slowly walking jazz sound
So do not keep sadness inside you, take a coat
And before you leave, new fellings come to you
And help you to find new direction.
Sometimes, when the cruel things are hard to understand
And want to be loose
Sometimes, when your dreams want to be true
Let help them, to get wish
Shower, which was raining, suddenly has change in to the shiny blue moon
On the sky, huge stars are shining
And sounds of jazz, which walk down the street
Take you to the funny place
Cause it is time only for you
So do not keep sadness inside you, take a coat
And before you leave, new fellings come to you
And help you to find new direction.
July 2016, A.W.
pisać, każdy może tak samo jak i śpiewać. Piszę od małego, ale nie jestem pisarzem, tym bardziej poetą... Moja wyobraźnia czasem płata mi figle i wtedy fantazjuję na papierze, ale też czasem zwykłe codzienne obserwacje nie dają mi spokoju. Dlatego, jeżeli drogi czytelniku, droga czytelniczko masz wolny czas, lubisz czytać, a codzienna ogólnodostępna literatura Cię nudzi, zapraszam Cię do swojego świata, świata w którym gdzieś pomiędzy spotkasz i mnie...
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