15 October 2019

One day


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.








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28 comments:

  1. oh this is remarkable dear Edit :)

    so lovely poetry to support this sublime view

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    1. Thank you very much, dearest Baili! 😊

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  2. Beautiful photo. I relate to your poem.

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  3. This is absolutely beautiful. Simplicity....so few words....yet such a depth of emotion.

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    1. Thank you very much, dear Lillian!

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  4. "We wake up under a marked sky" … wonderful line! So many ways to go with this preface! Great write.

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  5. Very nice sound and sense.

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  6. Semmibe tűnnek az álmok
    But your poem will live forever. Because you can see more than a rotten horizon.

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  7. The marked sky seems so ominous... seems like some dawns are cursed.

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    1. It seemed someone marked our world... Maybe to destroy, maybe to protect it...
      Thank you, Björn!

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  8. The wheels are always turning.

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    1. Oh yes, that's right... Thank you, Kerfe!

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  9. Lovely words and images.

    All the best Jan

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  10. That's a fascinating and unique cloud formation. Great capture. Loved the verses too.

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  11. Another lovely poem, Edit. It is always fun to visit.
    Amalia
    xo

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