Author: Regina Obergard

Our trails are so parallel We see each other here We smile, greet, regards Almost good friend we are Although each other pass At intersections we check Whether our trails intersect On corners we slow down So there is danger around You can roll yet into hell Ou trails...

The girl Maggy told me how I hatched from an egg and how I was a little chick.She watched our family trough a hole in the door of our chicken coop. Our mother hen Cocuny spouted to help me break an eggshell. When I got out off the egg...

Of your love nice, unsual smiles Like a wondreful, navigate lights Illuninated my wildernesses,roads I’m wandering there yet still now In the dark I’m cry, go looking for Suddently somwhere the key I los To the door of my hope happiness In the dark I’m cry, go looking for...

Don’t let our Earth soon become The Asylum of Evil abandoned The unique lethal and gloomy As a warning in galaxy shown In the wasterlands are quarded towers Here for meat is chopping human bodies And some it remains and parts Is frozen as transplant for immortals… There are...

I swore to reality again once In my desire to create love I swore it with all my strenght Of mind, body, soul and heart But I created love crippled Love without reciprocoty, bad I dressed reality in my dreams For it I learned them to find I searched...

Since our souls were found That’s true love certainly we know But earthly present our lives To us meet fate does not allow For coexisting no chance almost The ropes of longin us intertwine Are durable, stubborn, stretchy Twisted on branchings of space-time That keeps us moving away The...

In the universe is the cradle somewhere Of diamond children the cradle Eternally chosen by God There are caressed and taught Until they shine with flame Of divine wisdom and strenght A flame enclosed in diamonds When coming right time By smart hand of the Fate God sows these...

On a small forest clearing among various herbs and grasses, a martagon lily grew. This plant with numerous, very intensely fragnant lilac flowers used to be of old worshipped as magical and medicinal. It was cared for, danced around it. Its flowers, leaves and roots were worshipped. Near the...

I. The seventies of the XX cenury. The tram stopped at a stop on outskirts of the city Wroclaw in Poland. The two men who stood there,however,did not get on, apparently waiting for a different tram number. There were the morning hours when people were going to work, I...

Trapped indide their hearts They don’t know That they can’t love They are like immature pods Like cones still on the branches Like flowers still in the buds Cherished by fate with hope Listen to stories of flying birds Caresses the touch of the wind Watching yourself in of...