We wake up under a marked sky.
Everything we believed in flies by.
The dreams won't come true anymore.
And the pink dawns dissolve into fall.
Megjelölt égbolt
Megjelölt ég alatt élünk
Hiába hisszük hogy áldott
Rózsaszín hajnalunk elszáll
Semmibe tűnnek az álmok
Skywatch Friday
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Our World Tuesday
That is amazing!
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear Sandi!
Deleteoh this is remarkable dear Edit :)
ReplyDeleteso lovely poetry to support this sublime view
Thank you very much, dearest Baili! 😊
DeleteWow, wonderful and unusual!
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DeleteCool.
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DeleteBeautiful photo. I relate to your poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much! 😊
DeleteThis is absolutely beautiful. Simplicity....so few words....yet such a depth of emotion.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, dear Lillian!
Delete"We wake up under a marked sky" … wonderful line! So many ways to go with this preface! Great write.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much! 😊
DeleteVery nice sound and sense.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Frank!
DeleteThe marked sky seems so ominous... seems like some dawns are cursed.
ReplyDeleteIt seemed someone marked our world... Maybe to destroy, maybe to protect it...
DeleteThank you, Björn!
The wheels are always turning.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, that's right... Thank you, Kerfe!
DeleteLovely words and images.
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan
Thank you, dear Jan!
DeleteThat's a fascinating and unique cloud formation. Great capture. Loved the verses too.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much!
DeleteAnother lovely poem, Edit. It is always fun to visit.
ReplyDeleteAmalia
xo
Thank you, dear Amalia!
DeleteHugs!