[re-posted from Facebook]
In the courtyard of the Hotel Mistral
flowers are blooming
birds are singing
coffee is brewing
the warm air carries the distant sound of tinkling bells
and the azure sky above whispers “stay”
and yet
it’s time to go
[re-posted from Facebook]
In the courtyard of the Hotel Mistral
flowers are blooming
birds are singing
coffee is brewing
the warm air carries the distant sound of tinkling bells
and the azure sky above whispers “stay”
and yet
it’s time to go
[…] Two nights is definitely not enough time in Hydra. See my poem. […]