here we go again
and here's the sequel:
Ode to Spring
Season of awakening, season of blossoming.
Thy power and strength is undeniable.
Thou conquerest the winter's habit of freezing.
And it is clear to us that thou art liable
For the end of uncomfortable shivering,
For the beginning of warmth in the new year
And for thou art the best time of all, we say:
“We hail to thee with cheer
When thou takest us out of the grey.
Thanks to thee, whom we revere.”
Rubaiyat
Here I live and nowhere else I want to be.
Remember that if you cannot see.
You can do whatever you may want to do.
But you can't take this away from me.
Cinquain
Books
are like
movies only they
entertain a little bit
longer.
My dear Mother
A bond between mother and child
is strong and tight till the end.
Even if the son is rebellious and wild,
there is nothing which cannot be mend.
It is nothing else with my mother,
so I write a sonnet to honour thee.
You helped me in times I'd rather
felt as small as a petty flea.
Of all your characteristic traits,
I hold dear the most your honesty.
Your way of parental care creates
an atmosphere of love which will always be.
But in all your commitment do not forget,
I am grown up by now: do not overprotect.
there is still a little more... maybe next week
und hey, weil's mal nicht so lustig war. Joss heitert immer wieder auf:
Ode to Spring
Season of awakening, season of blossoming.
Thy power and strength is undeniable.
Thou conquerest the winter's habit of freezing.
And it is clear to us that thou art liable
For the end of uncomfortable shivering,
For the beginning of warmth in the new year
And for thou art the best time of all, we say:
“We hail to thee with cheer
When thou takest us out of the grey.
Thanks to thee, whom we revere.”
Rubaiyat
Here I live and nowhere else I want to be.
Remember that if you cannot see.
You can do whatever you may want to do.
But you can't take this away from me.
Cinquain
Books
are like
movies only they
entertain a little bit
longer.
My dear Mother
A bond between mother and child
is strong and tight till the end.
Even if the son is rebellious and wild,
there is nothing which cannot be mend.
It is nothing else with my mother,
so I write a sonnet to honour thee.
You helped me in times I'd rather
felt as small as a petty flea.
Of all your characteristic traits,
I hold dear the most your honesty.
Your way of parental care creates
an atmosphere of love which will always be.
But in all your commitment do not forget,
I am grown up by now: do not overprotect.
there is still a little more... maybe next week
und hey, weil's mal nicht so lustig war. Joss heitert immer wieder auf:
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