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Life is made of little things. They seem like nothing, Hiding behind our memories Under a white veil. But they give us peace. Like tiny snowflakes singing in the wind. They only live a few seconds, Then disappear forgotten. It is the little…

in Praise Of Little Things • Opuss № I

Dark rooms, Scary people, Distanced voices, Transparent ghosts, Fairy tales, Flickering shadows, Falling into the darkness, Familiar faces, Laughter, The sound of an alarm clock, Time to wake up.

Kenning: Dreams • Opuss № I

A cold goddess, The white death, The mysterious fog, A dark veil, The red sky, Long nights, A white cloak, Chilly air, A husky voice.

Kenning: Winter • Opuss № I

Trouble bringer, A silent whisperer, A fierce destroyer, A lost spirit, A gentle voice, An invisible friend, An erratic wanderer, An ancient song

Kenning: Wind • Opuss № I

Drifting away the memories of his past, The first time the met, All days that surpassed. Wild waves crushing his heart, The day when his world fell apart. The moonlit sky, The last goodbye, Her last smile before she passed away, Memories b…

Frozen Love • Opuss № I

The wolf howled as the ghostly moon rose, Distant whispers were carried by the trees, Trembling shadows fell upon the willows, Some leaves we're carried by the breeze. I awoke hearing the silent echoes, And listening to cricket's quiet song…

Unfinished Sonnet • Opuss № I

I would like to be a leaf in a painting by Sarah whimperis. I love the indigo, ultramarine and opaque sky. I would like to see the mysterious glow in the starry sky And the calmness of the sleeping birds. I would like to listen to the secre…

Starry Starry Night Painting • Opuss № I

All leaves turn golden, Days get shorter and darker, The birds stop singing

Autumn • Opuss № I

Whisk a handful of patience and add a pinch of honesty, Add a sprinkle of happiness and a table spoon of forgiveness. Simmer gently a cup of understanding, A dash of trust, and a bucket of good deeds. Sprinkle in some herbs and spices for …

A Recipe For A Perfect Life • Opuss № I

The snow is falling, whispering in the darkness: winter is coming

Winter • Opuss № I