I went on a city trip to Antwerp and found this poetry somewhere in the inner town. I always remember it when the days get shorter and the nights darker. I wish the poppies are still around me, when someone blows out the moon at night...
Bregtje
10/25/2012 03:19:42 am
Thank you very much Molesko! I really like that link, indeed poetry can be written between the lines of everyday news. I once saw in a little French town, upon a derelict house, graffiti. In itself graffiti is not that unusual, although the fact that I could decipher all letters, was something I'm not accustomed to. I discovered it was a poem, so true, that it hit my heart with a bang. I shall think hard to remember it and make something crafty out of it. Thank you very munch for the inspiration! Comments are closed.
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