‘i don’t much feel like taking a photo
i don’t know what is our motto
today i know you came to me
i know you held on to what is we
the may festivals are over
the photo of the rose is prettier than a clover
one day we will look back at these scenes
recall the people, the coffee and what it all means
today i want nothing from the voice of fear
today I want only to know you are near’

~ marijka ~