I wrote a letter.
And a poem, too.
When I couldn’t find a rhyme,
when the world seemed blue.
Lea Šambar, 12. 2. 2026 ob 20:09.
Unravel the curtain –
perhaps another day
stars might shimmy
across the sky.
Lea Šambar, 29. 1. 2026 ob 21:53.
The winds of November
up in the starry sky
on the boat I go
to sail along
the waves of serenity.
Lea Šambar, 22. 1. 2026 ob 21:47.
One thing to remember
as the candle light
envelops my chamber.
To lighten up
the burden of sorrow
without regret.
To hold a thought
with care and tenderness.
Lea Šambar, 21. 1. 2026 ob 21:54.