From Regina’s Journal

Hope

“No more illusions.
Fate was not kind to me”.
Up there, far up,
The jackdaw cries.

Spring

The nature comes alive again,
The birds sing merrily,
The water rushes swiftly with noise,
And all around are happy.

I forgot

Were we ever together,
Did we walk through the woods,
Were you next to me,
Was I with you …