Modern poems

  1. dali48 profile image60
    dali48posted 7 years ago

    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)

  2. gary777g profile image79
    gary777gposted 7 years ago

    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.

    1. dali48 profile image60
      dali48posted 7 years ago in reply to this

      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)

 
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