Tag: flowers

  • Springtime

    The water in the well has become much clearer, / the aged linden tree appears to be younger. / I am restless, as solace keeps eluding me, / not certain if I should be crying or singing.

  • Love

    Just as musical chords can lie hidden / for someone to strum the silent strings, / I hold love in my heart and bide, / though no one has yet come by.

  • Until the Night Comes

    Until the night comes / a day of living is luminous, vast and long — / like the immense yearning to which I’ve succumbed!