Poëzie op de vreemdste plekken

door Vulpius

time is turning
from spring to summer
my sisters all have
gone their way

I’m lying on the
freshly cut grass
wasting yet
another day

spring brought us
dry withered flowers
once golden
in bright autumn days

fragile vistas
of long dead future
still remain
in this pale gaze

time turned
from fall to winter
I watched the waves
hit ashore

it all feels
so much colder now

night falls
in the land of yore

— Spring Brought Us Dry Withered Flowers door Brainstorm & Traction

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