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__I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

From last summer's scribble book.

this owl
speaking through the valley blooms
a distant train

13 comments:

Moonie said...

Two mournful tones that we can only listen to never to grasp.
Thanks for your visit and senryu

Magyar said...

__I'm sincerly thankful, Moonie, this comment of yours, and the reply at your blog, common understanding. _m

Rachel said...

Lieber Magyar,
es klingt nach Wehmut, ein wenig traurig und verlassen...
Wie der sooo gut!!!

Und gern grüßt dich aus mir heraus die Rachel, die ich gern immer für dich bin...

Magyar said...

...and I thank you Rachel, for knowing! _m

Danièle Duteil said...

Yes ! Two directions : here and there, stay or go.

Lorraine Renaud said...

Oh Doug you know how much I love trains, it made me feel better i can still visit you :)

Lorraine Renaud said...

and I've increased space for my blog good to be back

Lorraine Renaud said...

Doug if you have a chance to visit me tonight do so, google stole all my picasa photos so i put on a show

Lorraine Renaud said...

I miss that sound i use to hear it at 6:30 pm every night when I lived at the house...I miss it so

Nick said...

Hooting of an owl, of a train; until now I'd never equated them. (I prefer the owl.) Nice work.

Magyar said...

__LL, so much turmoil 'twixt you and your blog-bloc, yet i"m certain all will ease and travel on, and the trails will meet again; thank you for your visits and fine comments. _m

Magyar said...

Dear Daniele... the sound and its answer; two directions along the same pathway. I truely thank you. _m

Magyar said...

Nick!
__Good to hear from you, and thanks for your comment; best wishes.

in new darkness
as my candle flickers out
this owl's breath

_m