From last summer's scribble book.
this owl
speaking through the valley blooms
a distant train
this owl
speaking through the valley blooms
a distant train
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
13 comments:
Two mournful tones that we can only listen to never to grasp.
Thanks for your visit and senryu
__I'm sincerly thankful, Moonie, this comment of yours, and the reply at your blog, common understanding. _m
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...
...and I thank you Rachel, for knowing! _m
Yes ! Two directions : here and there, stay or go.
Oh Doug you know how much I love trains, it made me feel better i can still visit you :)
and I've increased space for my blog good to be back
Doug if you have a chance to visit me tonight do so, google stole all my picasa photos so i put on a show
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
Hooting of an owl, of a train; until now I'd never equated them. (I prefer the owl.) Nice work.
__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
Dear Daniele... the sound and its answer; two directions along the same pathway. I truely thank you. _m
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
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