Poetry & short stories

The horse carries me through the autumn leaves in the forest. Tree tops are almost empty and the chill of the morning thaws. Discoloration in every sense and my breathing from the ideological cold. Winds laid themselves in the tree branches, therefore severe to ride the destination……...

But did not give in, proved by attitude assets………

ride on continuing towards to a lake excessive light on there an angel of death in bright white shone inside and looked into my soul. She slowly opened her mouth and lights could be seen inside her so bright just before blindness………

forthcoming energy pushed me away, my horse is frightened.

The autumn leaves have been ice………...

……….my horse is ice………. lost my mouth when I saw the…...

written by Marja Eugeni

Listen to snowflakes whisper of violins at my window in a March night and the sun shines through the moon, his character is like a light bulb in a black sized air room. Snowflakes dance down hand in hand they put up on the ground and live until they melt. Leaned too much out of the window………..

the snowflakes became larger……. or I got smaller…..

……...lost my grip of the window and the snowflakes grab with their arms up to me to pull me with them to the outside. Cannot hold me, but they got me…………

the white mica bubbled to soft carrying feathers…. I’m floating right in the middle of it all……glitter dust in the vortex with ease in the air. The earth gets closer under my feet drawn I sat up foot…. standing in the night with my eyes towards heaven……wake up in my bed without a blanket.

written by Marja Eugeni