Grandchildren
are the echo
of laughter
you thought
you’d forgotten
Kategori: Words
Even my dreams are tired
Snow falls like love’s quiet confession.
Soft, trembling, and impossible to forget
once it touches your heart
To watch an eight-year-old
is to sit beside a small universe,
spinning stories faster
than you can catch them
A restart isn’t a step back.
It’s a quiet promise you make to the future,
whispered just loud enough for hope to hear it
In Luleå, the night sky
practices its dance steps
in green and purple
Luleå:
where the cold bites,
but the people hug back
The moon looks different on the Riviera,
like it’s been rehearsing all day
The sky turned lavender,
and suddenly I believed
in miracles again
Every sunset on the Côte d’Azur
feels like a promise whispered in gold