Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| blue topaz a cold grey stone once cracked reveals gold inside that glares at me with topaz eyes as blue as winter's skies no one can ever know that behind your smiles silence cools embers that guard their heat deep inside me until the thaw that never comes on valentine's day one heart remains split in two me and you and a world of suffering we won't acknowledge © Kåre Enga (14.februar.2026) |