Journal pages, Poetry and Prose  

[English] Volume: The Seconds of Teardrops Epitaph Do not bewail my love, A sad faith is lurking; For life is only sorrow And death desires us. In pale vales I will come, With silent footsteps towards you; And on your sighing forehead I shall lay a kiss. And when in ground they’ll bury me, You, tears do not share; Just let me have the bliss To kiss you again. By your side forever I will always watch, And hope that happiness Yours, shall be again. © 2017 Carmen Silva [Romania

A hungry little marmalade hoverfly takes a meal out of the pollen and the nectar provided by a poppy. It is amazing having a garden and watching nature take its course. It's relaxing and a good way to spend time in between jobs! © 2017 Carmen Silva