Let’s drive for hours.
Between waterfalls and mountains.
Let beams of our star reach our car.
And smell fields filled with wild flowers.
Good days
The good days have come.
Sunrise in my eyes.
Love light beams reflect on my skin.
Voices from around the world entering my mind.
Laughter loud together.
For more good days will come.
M.P.Yasmine
Debt of time
I can’t imagine living without the debt of time.
Not caring or daring to waste it all and let go by.
But the fear of dropping dead.
Makes living with time a nightmare.
And brings shivers down my spine when planning my life ahead.