KRISTINA LANG'S LETTERS & POEMS

Dreams are like rose petals: Seemingly fragile and gentle Their beauty calms and settles. Attaching to the right one isn’t accidental....

Dear Doc, The poem below I wrote just now. This is my work from home day and during the break I can always write to you as you are my...

For a long time, I thought my hope was infinitesimally small, And in my mind, I separated it from my wish. These two notions seemed...

No matter where I look or my intended direction, The time is passing by as I write to you in an unusual style. Every day is different,...

I have discovered a beautiful lake Its coasts are gentile, the water is deep Hand in hand with you, the walk I would take If only I could...

A rare flower In light nights such as this one, in late May My dreams are with me even when I can’t sleep. If you look around briefly, it...

An unimportant me The time in which we live is unusually weird, In isolation we must remain alone yet still united. What the near or...

Dear Doc, Today is about six weeks since we last spoke, and two and half months since we saw each other. Next week I will call surgery...

Kristina In front of your door I find joy This is my playground, my happy place Like a girl that chases a boy The waiting area becomes my...

Dear Doc, Two nights ago, I wanted to write a poem with the title “yellow roses”. Roses from the vase in my bedroom inspired me. But I...

A hug Do you know how hard it is Not to touch you, not to come close? Do you ever feel my desire, To kiss your eyes, and to peck your...