By Dana Dear universe, This is my lonely life in Finland… Finnish law beats me up in different ways, no/one nowhere takes responsibility; there’s not one place in Helsinki that i can go to complain about my loneliness and separation from my loved ones. No/one will listen to me because if i ask a question…
Tag: Migrant Tales Literary
Migrant Tales Literary: Moment of my world
By Dana Can you see the happiness of a tree when it is dancing with the wind? When the wind sings a song of war can you listen and move forward? Can you talk with the wet grass under your feet? Or can you dance with your big tears? Can you laugh when you cry?…
Migrant Tales Literary: Midsummer
By Leo Honka Water, sky and land. on fire a day that refuses to die. Water… …sky… …land. And fire.
Migrant Tales Literary: Voice of My Zeal
By Dana I have no weapon i have no gun but i have pen I have no crowd , I have me alone, but i am brave Am not terrorist, am not dirty one but you are fakes I have no army i have no soldiers but i am bless I have a soul in…
Migrant Tales Literary: Boycott ?????
By Dana ?? ???? ? ??????? ???? ?? ?? ?? ????? ?? ?? ? ?? ?????? ??? ??? ???? ? ??? ? ?? ??? ?? ???? ? ???? ? ??? ??? ?? ?????? ??? ??????? ?? ??? ??? ??? ??? ????…
Migrant Tales Literary: Building a home in the sub-arctic woods
Leo Honka A well where dreams flourish splashing with ease on a slow poke painted summer afternoon which I wear with the help of a restless bow tie just before stepping on a country path that blushes from my weight. By a gentle pond that turns into serenity warned by towering trees of my presence…
Migrant Tales Literary: Six sparrows in spring
By Leo Honka Six sparrows in the woods fly through the soul but all is not lost there’s plenty of room in spring: goose is exhaled, duck now enters, learns to stay an image hare now hopes in. Late to an appointment sadness rushes out of the door as toucan paints the scene with its mighty…
Migrant Tales Literary: A father who is grand
By Leo Honka Are you now the universe, grandfather? Grandfather grand…How many planets did you see on the day you turned to dust. Did you see gliding stars in the ethereal silence? Is death a place of fleeting regrets? Did you find those days you threw overboard? Your moribund eyes, now like an inflamed meteor…
Migrant Tales Literary: ????? Garibeh (stranger, wanderer)
????? Garibeh (stranger, wanderer) By Dana ????? ????? ?? ????? ??? ?????? ???? ????? ????? Where r u my sky full of stars Where r u Ms. Sun, u sweet darling ??? ?? ???? ????? ???? ??? ?? ??????? ??????? ??????? Where r u my beautiful cute mother Where oh my kind, my hospitable…