Few more minutes

Only a few more minutes,
To push the limits,
Like cork in a bottle,
Impossible to move full throttle.

Don’t wanna be late,
And make them wait,
We only see us once a year,
Crave for someone being sincere.

Passing by balloonish bear,
Making people stop and stare,
Except for me and my pie,
We have to rush by.

364 days on the street,
Once a year they want something sweet,
And I get to see them smile,
Greatest gift after a while.

I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving. What is the greatest gift for you? Please share it in the comments.

Thanks so much for reading.

XO Sanny

Do you remember?

Do you remember when you were holding my hand, taking me on long journeys, chasing big dreams, starting one adventure after the other?

Do you remember when we were lying in the grass in spring, sharing some ice cream in summer, jumping over puddles in fall and baking cookies in winter?

Do you remember when you allowed me to comfort you when you were sad, and then you hugged me, shared every little secret with me and it was just the two of us?

And now I’m in this chest, well hidden in darkness, next to all your other former friends from your distant past and I wonder, if you still remember.

Do you remember

me?

Thank you so much for reading. What was your favourite plush toy as a kid? Do you still remember it and your adventures?

Please share your thoughts in the comment section. I look forward to reading them.

Have a wonderful day.

XO Sanny

The wall

I used to be a blank space,
innocent, full of potential,
until you came,
wiped your chocolate-y fingers on me,
shared your orange juice with me,
making your Mom mad.

She covered me with paper,
which you drew on.

You pierced me a thousand times,
and smashed pillows and even your phone at me.
You can still see where you hurt me.

I never stopped protecting you,
I used to watch you through your nights and days.
When you moved out, light faded,
until you came back.
Filling all my holes,
covering me with tiny windows to your past.

I’m still here and will stay, until you will leave me forever.

Walls are like books. Don’t you think? They tell stories, so many stories. One wall might be just that for someone, and for someone else be part of their home.

Thanks so much for reading. What does a wall mean to you? Is it something to protect, something to separate or can it be both? Please, share your thoughts with me in the comments.

XO Sanny

Fall

I don’t get why some people don’t like fall,
when this season has it all:
trees mimicking seas of endless sunsets,
while winds pass by as fast as jets,
telling stories, can you hear,
sun you no longer have to fear.
You can wear your comfy clothes,
drink hot cocoa with marshmallows,
sitting near the fireplace,
having more time for stars to gaze,
snuggle up in blankets; pumpkins everywhere,
tree leaves dancing through the air.
There’s so much to love about fall
what’s your favourite thing to call?

I know many people don’t like fall, but I had to write another piece about all its beautiful sides. What are your fave things about this season? Please leave me a comment. Thank you and also thanks so much for reading.

XO Sanny