Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

I wish we could be Under the sea Just you and me ‘Cause I turn to foam When I’m all alone I wash up ashore In seaweed and gore I want to roll in the sand I want to dance on the land But it’s not meant to be Not you and me Salt water makes you cry Deserts make me dry You’re too far away So alone I will lay Image: https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Girl-at-the-beach/726154/3734677/view

I dreamt that you and I were beneath a cherry tree (The one that you planted in the dark soil for me) The earthworms slithering at our feet The taste of the black currants so sweet I miss those days when the world seemed grand Even on the smallest, humblest slice of land Who needs TV when you’re lying with me Underneath the shade of the brown walnut tree? Running water and light are mere luxuries It’s like the human race has caught a disease We’d all be happier on the earth with the beetles The grass prickling our skin like small needles The smell of the carrots, tomatoes, and beets Tingling our noses in the dense summer heat Let’s go back to when simplicity was at its prime When we had no worries, and only had time Image source: https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Pastoral-Scene-Cows-Resting-in-the-pasture/868810/3618067/view