Sbohem, Děčín

the weekend went
and won’t come back
I’ve crossed borders
but no-one knew

© Dominik Alexander / 2024

Sonnet #4: Calm

We’re seldom moving backwards thinking into space
Those peaceful drifting feelings standing still in time
When softly running tears across your lying face
You’ve always told to nightingales I was your prime

© Dominik Alexander / 2020