on land on sea
wherever I wander
these ghosts
who accompany me
smile benignly
at these
my remaining years
on land on sea
wherever I wander
these ghosts
who accompany me
smile benignly
at these
my remaining years
Pen to paper.
Dicas e Pitacos para o dia a dia
Bere
This is Your Quest - Your Mission to Find Happiness
We're the sum of ourselves.
As opposed to a “not thinking chitalia”
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
il disinganno prima dell'illusione
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I can relate…
And so the years go . . .
A great idea. Nowadays so many of the people I used to now are long gone.
Thank you. That’s the problem with aging: as we move closer to the end, so do those we know and love.
Oh, yes, those friendly ghosts, I have them too. Lovely poem, thank you.
Thank you. Mine aren’t exactly like Caspar but not Ghost Busters, either.
🙂
Love this! Did you write it?
Thank you and yes, this is one of mine.
You post some very lovely translated poems. They have an ancient wise romantic tone.
Still yours have a contemporary wise romantic tone. Thank you!
Thank you for those very kind words