Writing, writing in the morning.

Dear Readers

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.

Like a storm

You appeared so suddenly
I didn’t have time to protest
I couldn’t live normally
without thinking about you every day.
Everything, all your world
became my world.

So suddenly
like a storm
you appeared
you opened my eyes
you gave me more
than anyone else.

You disappeared so suddenly
I didn’t have time to protest
I didn’t know how to live
not having you by my side.
Everything, all my world
collapsed when you left.

You changed me
you gave me life
you gave me love.
So suddenly
like a storm
you disappeared.

© W. Donovan