Falling waters rumble, Forlorn droplets tumble. Liquid curtain veils the rock All around immortal clock. Ever pushed into the vale, Every ripple tells a tale. Stone knows it is here to stay But gets eaten up, away. Giggling bubbles drifting down In their perfect...
Tiny waves are playing bright, Teasing Autumn’s golden Light, Chasing pebbles ever after With ripples of their crystal laughter. Ducks shoot across in furrows Like boundless flying arrows, Or gently float amidst the stream; Don’t care about their lucid dream. Joyous...
(N)Euer Senf – mittelscharf, wenn’s geht