Our time goes by, years run away,
we patch ourselves day after day,
stubbornly weave a dream, a plan,
like spiders weave – always again,
day after day – new and new threads,
if one of gods tears up their webs.
Nap nap után
Nap nap után elszalad,
foltozgatod önmagad.
Szősz kitartón álmokat,
mint a pók sző napra nap
– hálója ha elszakad –
mindig újabb szálakat.
dVerse ~ Poets Pub
Our World Tuesday
Strawberry, honey,
and oatmeal, so smooth,
I eat my breakfast
with Winnie the Pooh.
Our World Tuesday
The hatchlings hatched. ☺
From flower to flower,
I walk on the path.
To get lovely moments,
my soul reaches out.
From deep red to purple,
from yellow to white,
the flowers console me,
they cuddle my heart.
I walk like a beggar,
with wishes and sighs,
from orange to dark blue,
from shadow to light.
dVerse ~ Poets Pub
Our World Tuesday
My Corner of the World
What do two young engineers do, when a pair of pigeons moved to the balcony? Of course they put up a camera. 😀
