Modern poems
At night, the third hour strikes. Golden moonlight flys away in waves. The drawbar of the car is driving down the sky. We meanwhile count on our fingers, when the west wind rises, and probably do not realize that time like water passes in the dark! (d.48)
The smell of cotton candy and fresh baked bread reminds me I am alive. My eyes close and I remember my youth. When will I find happiness? I look around and no one is there.
The smell of cotton candy and fresh baked bread reminds me I am alive. My eyes close and I remember my youth. When will I find happiness? I look around and no one is there.
Comment by dali48: The fresh baked bread reminds me on the pretzels and apple strudel
I prepared this morning - Happiness you can only find inside yourself, e.g. by meditating etc. (d.48 on twitter)
