The winds and smells and noises from the distant wars are blowing. Someone looks up; another one looks down. There are no warriors anymore. They are just children.
© Dominik Alexander / 2023
Tag: years
Interpolation
With sadness in my heart
Sometimes I can tell
How the roses won’t grow any further
They don’t even know their smell
© Dominik Alexander / 2023
Scriptorium '77 