ENTIRE WORLD IS MY IMAGINATION AND FRAGILE AS A PIECE OF GLASS
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In a Nice House, 30/11/12, 23:49

Over the ocean, where you dwell,
Ugly the house is not.
Sad over blue dress you are and, as well,
Missing its small polka dots.
Something so special in past like a trap,
Though is confined to oblivion.
Sandals high heeled with a white leather strap,
Something you’ll learn with to live on.
Still in the centre the house, remains
Warm fire place in the hall.
Place where people had smile on their face,
And you were having a ball.
Memories flash some and come back again,
Touching yourself like a breeze.
Place where you’ve never had sorrow or pain,
Waiting for you willow trees.
Over the ocean, where you dwell,
Nice little house you’ve got.
Sad over blue dress you are and, as well,
Missing its small polka dots.


  1. Hey Eltchin,

    nice poems. I really like them because I am writing a lot of poems as well. It is very nice to share thoughts and experiences in literary forms in the internet. Mine are more private ones to come to terms with me and my life stories.

    All the best for you,

    Marcel
    (The guy who went with you from Berlin to Hamburg.

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