Impressions (my poem)
Olympos fades into blue
The last sun rays give it warmth
I am reminded of the lavenders
beneath the Eucalyptus
at the pine tree of Atlas
As I walk past the giant fennels
I wonder, "are these raindrops?"
"Or tears of joy?"
I cannot tell anymore
My poetry is but an attempt to record feelings. All poems are written in one go. I do not tend to their aesthetic appeal, as that requires extra processing which detracts from my truth in the moment.