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The cold has come
Among the forest,
One by one
The snowflakes fall,
All small creatures
Begin to shiver,
As the Lonely Wolf
Is on the prowl.
Living ruthless
Lonely soul,
Scouring woods
For a reward,
Punishing every mistake
Of a reckless living thing.
Every night
Among the bushes,
On the memories
Will sleep,
Leaving tears
Of forgiveness,
From the tired
Freezing eyes.
These are the last pictures from our vacation in Romania. They are from Resita, Gradinari village and The dam reservoir Trei Ape.
When angels will come
I will pin the cross into my heart
When angels will come
I will clean the body of sins
When angels will come
I will drain the tongue of words
When angels will come
I will cry the eyes in disbelief
When angels will come
I will tear the hands in prayers
When angels will come
I will anchor my knees in the soil
When angels will come
I will seal the peace into my mind
When angels will come
I will open the soul to worship
LOVE, PEACE and FAITH
Sometime I have a question
I don’t want to ask
Since the answer for sure
Is behind of a mask.
And hiding my fear
In doubts and concern
I am waiting the answer
That will get me burn.
Maybe sometimes we are not sure
That we’re entitled to know
And let the fear response
Inside of us to grow.
Like it or not
We have to let go
The fear response of a question
And let your life to glow.
A long time ago I lived in the future
And my future dream becomes present.
For a time I lived in the past,
And my lost memory becomes existence.
When present is unbearable to exist,
Yesterday or tomorrow moments becomes today.
Now I thrive to live in the present,
And my every day hope becomes reality.
Those who enjoy the present can be truly happy
And thus, no longer live with regrets of past days.
Adrian B 
