Maximilian G. Wolf

Joined December 2021

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Bio

Dear All,

On my posts, you can find authentic contemporary love poems and short stories. All verses and stories are my original work.

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Stories (34/0)

The Source
— — — — — — — — — — Children’s hands stained with fruit color in spring water, right next to the old mill where the yellow sand is sprinkled into rocks.
By Maximilian G. Wolf2 months ago in Poets
Snow Garden
------------------------- I stepped into the dark corridor, and by an accidental touch of kindness, I entered into the haunted tower of time,
By Maximilian G. Wolf3 months ago in Poets
SHELL
--------------------------------- From the nest of mountain heights where wolves lie and where the chorus of the pack determined our vote.
By Maximilian G. Wolf7 months ago in Poets
Glass Fields
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Glass chessboard is a bridge across the mountain river. I carry you in my arms over transparent fields
By Maximilian G. Wolf10 months ago in Poets
The Girl with the Golden Hair
— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — - I’m afraid I forgot your face, I look at your picture and remember holding your hands and hugging you.
By Maximilian G. Wolfabout a year ago in Poets
Magic Emily
— — — — — — A walk through the old town and a girl on the street near the stone bridge. Brown eyes with withered memory covered the crying soul,
By Maximilian G. Wolfabout a year ago in Poets
600 Days
--------------------------------- The shore is swampy, full of reeds. Roots deep in the peat. The touch of stones and cold water is caressing.
By Maximilian G. Wolfabout a year ago in Poets
Stone Water
— — — — — — — — - Wrapped in silk, you hold my hand, my countess. Full of quiet fire and tenderness. We ride winged horse carriages by our apricot plantation.
By Maximilian G. Wolfabout a year ago in Poets
Burned Fingers
------------ Escape from hope to a steel embrace that encircles the soul with tar. Discloses meaning without meaning what kills the wildness in the heart.
By Maximilian G. Wolf2 years ago in Poets
Life Code
----------- The observatory eyes are fixed towards galaxies spirals and distant binary stars. Their polychimeric waves are the life chain source.
By Maximilian G. Wolf2 years ago in Poets
The American Revolution
DISAGREEMENTS "I do not agree with you, Vladimir!" - a man with blue eyes behind glasses and an artistic beard said. "We will reach communism first in America, not in Russia!"
By Maximilian G. Wolf2 years ago in Fiction
The Mirror
------------- A street artist draws people passing by. Finds lines of destiny in visions. He helps me to find the only kindred spirit.
By Maximilian G. Wolf2 years ago in Poets

Maximilian G. Wolf

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The Source

Snow Garden

SHELL

Glass Fields

The Girl with the Golden Hair

Magic Emily

600 Days

Stone Water

Burned Fingers

Life Code

The American Revolution

The Mirror

Stories (34/0)