4 comments

  1. I haven't got a christal ball at hand
    I wish I had, to see what lays ahead
    But wonder if I really want to know
    The day that I won't be alife but dead

    I ask myself what has been going wrong
    What made us wander off the path of love
    But as we never found the answer right
    So many questions stayed when you took off

    I think I'll stick to mem'ries of the past
    The happy ones that makes me smile a lot
    Of early morns you woke me with a tray
    With buttered toast and coffee damping hot

    Whatever future has layed out for me
    I'll never swap my coffee for a tea

  2. Sorry, as I can't change my comment, I have to put it in here again, because I made a typo and some grammar mistakes.

    Here's my poem to your beautiful photo:

    I haven't got a crystal ball at hand
    I wish I had, to see what lays ahead
    But wonder if I really want to know
    The day I won't be living but be dead

    I ask myself what has been going wrong
    What made us wander off the path of love
    But as we never found the answer right
    So many questions stayed when you took off

    I think I'll stick to mem'ries of the past
    The happy ones that makes me smile a lot
    Of early morns you woke me with a tray
    With buttered toast and coffee damping hot

    Whatever future is laid out for me
    I'll never swap my coffee for a tea

  3. Thanks for your beautiful poem, I've never thought that a picture I shot could inspire a similar piece of art.

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