Knows the Wind Regret
Knows the wind regret when all the leaves are fallen and trees stand barren shall those summer memories colour this …
Knows the wind regret when all the leaves are fallen and trees stand barren shall those summer memories colour this …
against evening sky geese cry from the meadow then silence
There is a thin line in between city and meadow, one you cannot see, where city noise is muffled, and …
Misschien op een dag wanneer de gesluierde maan deze Blauwe Bergen beklimt zal zij weer liefhebben zoals die ene herfstnacht. …
When evening falls, shadows rise to dance upon the walls, melancholic, waltz of yesterdays, every note a fallen tear, with …
it is no secret a thousand petals open locked inside a lovers heart cut on the bias a thousand threads …
This poem , written by the Dutch poet A Ronald Holst ( 1888-1976), is one of my favorite poems. Holst …
In town I am an island Encircled by a sea Of vacant chattering faces That have no words for me …
Traveling by train in Great Britain gives now and then the feel one is traveling through time. That is the …
Whenever I am near you The words slip through My fingers like Soapy scented water. Leaving behind a Fragrance of …