Tales of the old forest faeries…
You might think that the magic would be used up in 2020, with all that has happened. But it hasn’t! You just have to find it …
You might think that the magic would be used up in 2020, with all that has happened. But it hasn’t! You just have to find it …
Midwinter is just around the corner, a time of fading lights and deep hope for better times. A phase of inner reflection: time to review, time for enlightenment, for dreaming.
Once again risen from the dead, well, not quite yet, some words trickle down from the autumnal lyric tree – say it in English, please…
August is the stargazing month, full of hopes, dreams and maybe, a little bit vacation. Another four poems…
June is the month of justice, through its enlightenment and because the sun is now highest. Loving is not for reason, morality does not serve personal happiness. Utility is neither an ethical nor an aesthetic value. […]
It’s June, the time of light, lavender and lyrics…
I just wrote a few more poems or lyrics, if someone would write a melody on it – it would have to be a very sad one though…
Beltaine is near, time for some springtime poetry…
This time, there’s only one: One single. One lonely poem.
Palm Sunday – four more poems float down the stream of time, where the little boats drift to…
Time passes, thoughts drift by, and some other words ring out into space…
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