In the cold light of the winter sun,
and the warmth of midnight's moon,
through the storms quite gentle touch,
it was a flower,
that started to bloom.It slowly crawled through deadly earth,
broke through the snow at last,
turned up its head in deep despair,
to finally see the stars.And they were so fair in darkest night,
that to the sprout it seemed,
that even though it was just born,
all sorrow was redeemed.And on the hill down by the lake,
a tiny blossom starts to grow,
to reach the stars, that seem so far,
with so much space below.~~~~~~~~~~
Alternative Ending:
And on the hill down by the lake,
a tiny flower starts to grow,
to reach the stars, that seem so far,
but one day, oh it knows,
taller than the tallest tree,
and higher than the midnight moon,
that's where it wants to be.~~~~~
Ich bin's schon wieder :D
Inspiration struck yesterday! Ich hoffe, ihr habt kein Problem damit, dass ich im Moment mehr auf Englisch schreibe, aber irgendwie ergibt sich das immer so 🤷🏻♀️Bis denne dann.
Jolly <3
PS: Welche Version der letzten Strophe gefällt Euch besser? Interessiert mich wirklich :D
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Gedichtband
PoésieEiner von tausend Gedichtbänden, aber vielleicht doch etwas Besonderes für ein oder zwei Leser :) Gedichte zu allen möglichen Situationen