Painting by Karol Bak
Between night and day,
Time stops its blind race,
Solitude wins.
Sea, ground and sky are still,
A hidden world is revealed.
Serenity
02 Thursday Jul 2015
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This hidden world is truth
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Oh my goodness, that is so very beautiful. I need to find that place and your words make me feel it… thank you!
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oh, so often I agree with your deep poems.
yes!
🙂
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When night becomes day,
Many birds in the garden
Offer short poems.
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Paix et amour !
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When solitude wins
a new dimension appears ;
truth, freedom and rest.
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