Spring day on Adriatic
Scent of pine trees flows
gently touching
fragments of mind

Silver gold sun vibrates
through woods
Rays of warmth
Touching my face

Poetry flows
Like small stream
Slow, Infinite
Unexpected
Lady sings
In distant language

Gray hand of depression
probes walls of mind
Scars of heart react
Pain
Warmth
Mind radiates with
picture of distant smile
Fear
Pain of unknown
Fear of fear

Walking in direction of sun
Wind touching skin
Pain, Sweat combined

Step by step
On stone road
Inner fight
For distant smile
Thank you they Lord
for that little spark
Spark on way to
Distant smile