Anotace: There is the only leaf on the tree, and it keeps falling into me, I can see its beauty within, something I am pleased to give in, some dry holes and little veins, pulsing for me in the cold sun today...
A leaf
There is a leaf on a tree
Swirling in the air
Free of all despair
Of falling gently down
Onto the cold ground
When the time is ripe
One day
A leaf
There is the only leaf on the tree
And it keeps falling into me
I can see its beauty within
Something I am pleased to give in
Some dry holes and little veins
Pulsing for me in the cold sun
Today
A leaf
Let me call you my friend
As I stand behind my window
I silently ask if you will be here even tomorrow
My pride is melting
I practise how to breathe with my every cell
And watch you my dear friend
Glittering in the sun
Till the end
Day by day
(Hanuš Šparlinek, 27.11.2021)
A nakonec, podzim života může být zrovna tak krásný, jako ten lehounký mnohobarevný lísteček pomalu padající k zemi v zámecké zahradě při babím létě ...
27.11.2021 19:04:40 | Vivien
Snad, pevně v to doufám, i když sním o tom, že budu stále mlád a vzepřu se kalendáři. Díky za pročtení
27.11.2021 19:06:52 | Hanuš