28 May 2020

Day after day


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

19 May 2020

Oatmeal with strawberry


Strawberry, honey,
and oatmeal, so smooth,
I eat my breakfast
with Winnie the Pooh.




























Our World Tuesday

14 May 2020

News from the bucket


The hatchlings hatched.



12 May 2020

Flowers


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

6 May 2020

Nest in the bucket


What do two young engineers do, when a pair of pigeons moved to the balcony? Of course they put up a camera. 😀








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