Day dawns meaningless
Have words some meaning still?
If not, then teach me new ones
For the sun on the water
And other simple songs
Every start is uphill
But it is the road which counts
The one less traveled by
But really all the same
Still there is gold somewhere
In the thick of things
Can dawn break open night?
Is there a heart in poetry?
Or in the white about it
Myrdhin,
Wat een mooie poëzie. Elegant om te lezen en maakt dat je gedachten toch even blijven stilstaan….
De mijne toch….
Mooi.