Alexandra Puškárová

The river takes its courseAnd the wind blows without an arrestLike the thoughts behind the wordsPromising that they are honestThe river flows and the wind…

Is tomorrow the dayWhen the chain breaks And when the pain flies awayThese hands were to make themAnd mind was to blame themFlesh searching for…

Cold morning's touchTickled by the sun raysUnsaid words that stayIn the layers of daysTrickling from the cheeksThey're falling downThe flower pierced by the lightBlooming in…

I've been seeing golden lights That glowThey've been showing the narrow pathThrough the meadowIn the high grass and in the darknessThey flow throughAs the river…

Above the trees I saw them flyCause they made it thereThey flew so high on the first tryCompletely unawareHeld on, for a moment, andNot moving,…