I dreamt of you last night
Does it mean I won’t see you again?
Sometime in Whitby
‘He stuck rigidly to the structure, would consider no flexibility.’
~ Telling tales Ann Cleeves
I had a wonderful morning today. I woke up early before the sunrise and I stepped outside into the cold air. Took myself for a little trip, far away from the crowd yet so close.
I waited there for the sun to wake up, greeted it with all the joy I could make from myself. The chill touched my cheeks. I was patient though, wanted to see it, feel the warmth I craved.
Then I went to town, still silent, coming to life, and I purchased a cup of tea to warm myself up. Sitting there, enjoying the morning and drinking tea I started to write.
OK. Now I’d like to explain something.
The book I wrote – ‘Ghosts’ – is the first of four volumes I plan to write and self-publish. So, I’d like to inform you that I’m currently collecting poems for a second volume that will be published some time soon. Wish me luck!
And of course, I want to THANK YOU ALL for purchasing my book! Please, leave a review if you like it. That would help me a lot.
Ghosts. Poetry volume I – available on Amazon.