Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Green ink I write in Spring's green ink as tulips bloom and lilacs burst. I'm dying. Today, I draw your heart in autumn-red. I'm taking it with me, sorry. I leave you January's sparkle and July's glory and all that's warmed the winters within me. © Kåre Enga (18.april.2017) [174.36] |