On a Painting
Within my mind, I step into your created room wherein everything is blue, even the shape of you among outlined …
Within my mind, I step into your created room wherein everything is blue, even the shape of you among outlined …
Stanza, verse, rhyme, punctuation, the flow, that’s enough for today, I hang my pen, high up in the weeping willow, …
If we are not to meet again, would you then too, my love, travel after you have died, to arrive …
Life is just one whirling dance, sometimes slow , sometimes fast. Don’t stand still too long to rest, before you …
Once I was a star fallen from the sky long before I became a butterfly, and a free bird on …
Her fingers trace the prayer wheel which is for sale at a local market, her thoughts spin around in circles …
Nothing is really perfect for even a diamond cut with flawless precision needs the rays of sunlight to sparkle so …
Beyond the aisle, behind closed doors, unnoticed, she suffers at the hands which offered her at first a red rose.
Wanneer we liefde laten verzanden zoals het slik de waterwegen doet, kan het getijde niet langer meer keren, wat op …
Passed years, what should I say. I rather would compare, if I may, my life to a fragile silk thread …