The loaded wain. We can't leave it behind.
Our gloomy heads are sometimes hit by sticks.
Don't mind, we just take down some stars on it.
We walk along. Our traces on the fields.
The wounds of sky get overgrown with weeds.
Ballagunk
Ballagunk, a bánat földig ér.
Hátunk mögött a megrakott szekér.
Néha bús fejünkre sújt a bot.
Sebaj, szakítunk rá egy csillagot.
Ballagunk, térdig kopott a rét.
Gazok növik be fönn az ég sebét.
It's often said that time heals all wounds.
ReplyDeletePerhaps it's not real, but fortunately time covers most of them with scar tissue and the pain becomes less severe.
The photo is wonderful. :)
Have a happy and sunny Sunday! Hugs!
Dear Sara, you always know, what I want to say. ♥
DeleteIt's me on the photo. :-)
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Deletetime doesn't heal the pain ,i think he covers it with other many.
ReplyDeleteyour description is heart warming dear friend !
Hugs!
♥
DeleteThere's some real sorrow here and we do seem to keep walking along and push ourselves through it in spite of our heavy hearts. The photo of you as a toddler somehow gives hope. Thank you for joining in with us today. It's much appreciated.
ReplyDeleteGayle ~
Thank you so much for your kind words, dear Gayle!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad I could join you all.
Such a powerful write! I especially like the closing line ❤️
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! ♥
DeleteI often feel that wounds will heal, but there are always scars remaining.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely! Thanks for visiting.
DeleteThe wounds are quite heavy to carry down the road ~
ReplyDeleteSo lovely to meet you at D'verse Edit ~
Thank you, it's nice meeting you too! :-)
DeletePowerful write which goes deep... I especially liked your last line. Terrific! I'll be back for more
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, I really appreciate your words.
DeleteI liked the description at the end of wounds being overgrouwn with weeds.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much! :-)
DeleteWow!
ReplyDelete:-)
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