Monatsarchiv: Juli 2025

A broken chair lies
In the corner of the room 
Paying attention 

Let‘s become concrete,
In the structure provided:
Where are the poets?

Two roses in bloom 
A peacock sits on the wall
Waiting for the bride 

Under a white arc
The bench is inviting us
To explore our we

A tiny blossom
Carried by the wind of change
Contemplating time

It is always there
The entire universe
Around the corner