Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Age of Iron Pyrite On a soft day over Cashel Rock 'twas morning mist and evening rainbows. whilst in London black skies loomed over noble greed and unseen hardship. And cloud blanketing Düsseldorf and Dortmund rained missiles on the unsuspecting. How could anyone know that this — this would be the Golden Age that in the minds of beloved grandchildren would be nostalgia that they longed for. But life blooms forever anew to those who only see clear skies and bluebells ignoring the bruise upon the land amidst the weeping forget-me-nots. © Kåre Enga (14.april.2025) [182.24] 14 lines 122.818 Previous: |