On this first day of September
as I look up at the rainwashed sky
with cheerily flying grey white storks
I grow fonder of belonging.
This is the place I call mine
where in the autumnal shine
open all doors
and the wind whispers
*All is yours
yours
this is your place
forever and no less
all of today
and tomorrow
for you made
yours in essence.*
This September day
insignificant becomes transience!
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 5:57 AM UTC
On this first day of September
as I look up at the rainwashed sky
with cheerily flying grey white storks
I grow fonder of belonging.
This is the place I call mine
where in the autumnal shine
open all doors
and the wind whispers
*All is yours
yours
this is your place
forever and no less
all of today
and tomorrow
for you made
yours in essence.*
This September day
insignificant becomes transience!
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