When the moon is full, they play
They leap, they dance, they fly
Sparkles on the water
Moonlight in her hair
She dreams that she is with them
That she is playing there
Until once again she wakens
Were they ever really there?
Sending out postcards to people who return them to me with a story or poem on it
Tuesday 28 April 2015
Tuesday 21 April 2015
Poetry by angelthecat
Ich wollt' ich könnt' Dir schreiben
auf's Kärtlein ein Gedicht -
verzeih', es ist unmöglich, denn
dichten kann ich nicht.
I wish I could write you
a poem onto this card -
forgive me, it's impossible cause
I can't write poetry.
auf's Kärtlein ein Gedicht -
verzeih', es ist unmöglich, denn
dichten kann ich nicht.
I wish I could write you
a poem onto this card -
forgive me, it's impossible cause
I can't write poetry.
Tuesday 14 April 2015
Tuesday 7 April 2015
Friend by Iryna
We have been living together for more than seventeen years - I and my red cat - Vasya.
I remember him when he was brought to my home for the first time. It was a fluffy nubbin, travelling around the flat.
I remember him years later, running from one room to another, playing with his toys. We were best friends.
And now he is gone. I know that he will always be with me - in my heart.
I remember him when he was brought to my home for the first time. It was a fluffy nubbin, travelling around the flat.
I remember him years later, running from one room to another, playing with his toys. We were best friends.
And now he is gone. I know that he will always be with me - in my heart.
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