Tenderness

Tenderness

Tenderness
Proud
Purity
Just yet
About artlesness
I got used to
From a Walk
Sunrise
Sunflower
Early Evening

In the morning villa quarter
dogs bark in the gardens
various great flowers
blossom.
Ornamental and fruit trees
peacefully, broadly spread.
Houses, old and new,
comfortable, are silent.
Sunny curtains
are motionless.
I walk in the streets,
I meet
nobody.

Everything is in order.

AuthorViera Prokešová
2018-08-21T17:22:53+00:00 September 8th, 2010|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 74|0 Comments