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Title: ...quiet thoughts...
The street had already awoken
playing claxon serenade
with a charming French accent

A tempting aroma of coffee
and sweet croissants
filled the air

Boulevard Saint-Michel
led me to Luxembourg garden in Paris
in the early morning

Leaves of Chestnut trees were constantly
sending me their quiet thoughts
in the gentle wind
till they touched the ground
and my feet left foot prints on them

I almost felt like a post officer
who stamps each love letter

I wanted to send you one too
but I weren’t brave enough

My quiet thoughts stayed in secret
with questions unanswered....

Love showed me its platonic face
beautiful enough to be immortalised
in the cold marble stone
by the caressing touch of an artist

How I feel about myself?
Trust in the unseen
When past meets present and in the mist, future is knocking on the door…
When? Where and How?
White rose
A rendezvous
Disturbed silence
A butterfly
Elixir of love
Love is like...
Roaming heart
Real or Fake?
One whisper wish
Why do I like winter?
...quiet thoughts...
A drop in the sea ...
Each tomorrow...
Drizzling rain...
Simply free
Was it real or was I dreaming?
A fragment of a second...
A glance...
Playful spring rain...
Two meant to be together
Be my Valentine
Intimate winter kiss
xxx is the energy
...yellow, red, orange
Do not forget it!
Time for your vacation...
We are all artists...
Language I do understand the most...
Contemplation of the week...
Meetings in May...