When the linden blossomed.. ELENA MARIN
My mind wears me
Through long forgotten places
And it opens a new path for me
What a life enlightens me
And it beautifies me.
How linden flowers fall
That's how my years fly
I quickly went through them
Sooner or later
Life has its course.
Like linden flowers
Which bloom beautifully
Later they wither
And change their color
Because the world is passing.
Nothing is eternal under the sun
That's how long you live
To live your life
To know, to cherish it
That you can't, replace it.
And it disappears like smoke
What is scattered on the road
When you think about it, you're better off
The autumn of life is coming, it is coming
And you don't know what tomorrow will be.
Whether it will be good or bad
Only God knows
Only, He knows your way
And maybe, change your destiny
To get on the road easier.
Don't deviate on the path
That life is fleeting
And it disappears, like a boar
Like dew on the flower.
From the world, when I leave
I don't want anyone to cry
Just a flower in the field
To my head to break.
And then with longing and love
For me, to remember
That I was a man in the world
No, just a shadow of the earth.
ELENA MARIN AUTHORS OF POEMS CREATED BY ME AND WRITTEN LITERARY TEXTS DR. I HAVE B. IN IFCH
30.06.2021
Through long forgotten places
And it opens a new path for me
What a life enlightens me
And it beautifies me.
How linden flowers fall
That's how my years fly
I quickly went through them
Sooner or later
Life has its course.
Like linden flowers
Which bloom beautifully
Later they wither
And change their color
Because the world is passing.
Nothing is eternal under the sun
That's how long you live
To live your life
To know, to cherish it
That you can't, replace it.
And it disappears like smoke
What is scattered on the road
When you think about it, you're better off
The autumn of life is coming, it is coming
And you don't know what tomorrow will be.
Whether it will be good or bad
Only God knows
Only, He knows your way
And maybe, change your destiny
To get on the road easier.
Don't deviate on the path
That life is fleeting
And it disappears, like a boar
Like dew on the flower.
From the world, when I leave
I don't want anyone to cry
Just a flower in the field
To my head to break.
And then with longing and love
For me, to remember
That I was a man in the world
No, just a shadow of the earth.
ELENA MARIN AUTHORS OF POEMS CREATED BY ME AND WRITTEN LITERARY TEXTS DR. I HAVE B. IN IFCH
30.06.2021
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