07 May
The world is green and amazing. New and fresh, simply wonderful. The sun is licking the newborn leaves, and kissing the old ones goodbye.
It’s spring, a wonderful season. Playful, but yet so very serious. This is where life begins, and where it might end. For anyone, at anytime.
Light playing in the window
Silently everlasting
A robin on a branch
- By Feanare
- Filed under: Daily life, Philosophy, Poetry, Ramble, Spring
- Tags: haiku, life, Philosophy, poem, Poetry, snow, Spring, winter
Sun touching the wind
Snowflakes melting
A thought of new life
Do you know that it’s possible for me to watch the sunset these days?
Through a glass window, while the bus is driving. Driving through snow and ice, and wind and light. Not darkness, anylonger. Not darkness…
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Category: Spring