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In search of light
Where the first ray is born
after the star magic storm,
love becomes a dream,
longing becomes a dream
and every gloomy loneliness
sculpts poems and sadness
and even thousands of lies
will not deceive your eyes
because the truth is in your heart
and love touches every word !
03.09.2021 Sofia , Bulgaria
alley in Mondocho - chayagai, an entertainment aria that has continued since the age of the samurai. Kanazawa city, February 2022.
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You can see the longing in the face of this squirrel as it sees the newly loaded bird feeder above. He is working out how to hog the lot I think!!
when we were young
nothing was our own
we lived in rooms of air
nothing mattered
but you and I and I and you
and that was more
than enough of a dream
we awakened into and
he who brought you
wildflowers that withered
after a day and she who
drove through the storm
to find me and he who
walked down icy streets
to your house and she
who always saw through
secret walls and touched
the hand of God – they
have not gone far, even
though they were once
young and soon, too
soon will never be so old
--M deO
Longing for springtime to arrive! I want to see butterflies, bees and other insects again, trees in bloom, birds nesting and me sitting in the sun!
“The restlessness and the longing, like the longing that is in the whistle of a faraway train. Except that the longing isn't really in the whistle—it is in you.”
~ Meindert DeJong
“You do see me crossing the meadow
stiff and dead from the mist?
I long for that home,
that home I've never had,
and without any hope
that I'll ever be able to reach it.
For such a home, never touched,
I carry that longing that will
never die, like that meadow dies
stiff and dead from the mist.
You do see me crossing it, full of dread?”
― Robert Walser, Oppressive Light: Selected Poems by Robert Walser ©www.ludwigriml.com
.... E adesso so che
bisogna alzare le vele
e prendere i venti del destino,
dovunque spingano la barca.
Dare un senso alla vita
può condurre alla follia,
ma una vita senza senso
è la tortura dell'inquietudine
e del vano desiderio.
È una barca che
anela al mare
eppur lo teme....
George Gray, Edgar Lee Masters
Antologia di Spoon River
To put a meaning in one's life
may end in madness.
But life without a meaning
is the torture of restlessness
and vague desire.
It is a boat longing for sea
and yet afraid....
Genova, un pomeriggio di fine estate
The title is thanks to Sati! Thank you my friend.
If you have not seen Sati's amazing photo's please check them out.
I know, I know.... the winter is not here yet.
I'm longing for..... these beautiful views.....
And.... if you believe the weather forecast this winter will be coming soon! :-)
The prompt this week for the Grove Art photo club is purple and/or rain.
Grove Art Centre ~ maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Club%20Road/125/217/34
Picture taken at the very beautiful Longing Melody.
~part of The Nature Collective~
Longing Melody ~ maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Celestine/149/70/27