I'm walking as a sign of life
whilst struggling in the wind.
I walk together with my wife
see flowerbeds that softly hint
Towards a cloudy, greyish sky
that covers and goes wild:
a story or a windy lie
told to a growing child.
Nature does tell me proper things
and plays with many darts:
whatever in my body sings
is love of life that always starts.
.......................................................
Jan Arends, Torroella de Montgrí, Poetic lines,
2003. Photo of Roses by the author..
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