A Poem For Tanya
There in your window
the sun has pulled off the glue
and the thin shreds of wallpaper
are merrily dancing in the wind.
The window, finely dressed,
the dainty lace of the curtain veil
is a sign of the olden times.
A traditional blue windshield
serves to restrain the gaudiness of the light on the days of summer heat.
There is light and warmth just enough
to put you back in the track.
A vase holds roses for the first bird
that will sing in the bluesome summer sky.
This is your place; this is my place;
this is the place for all who seek
a retreat where we will not hide in shadows;
this is the place that will heal;
and before the nightfall we'll have accomplished
all that we were striving for in the day.
With love to Tanya
There in your window
the sun has pulled off the glue
and the thin shreds of wallpaper
are merrily dancing in the wind.
The window, finely dressed,
the dainty lace of the curtain veil
is a sign of the olden times.
A traditional blue windshield
serves to restrain the gaudiness of the light on the days of summer heat.
There is light and warmth just enough
to put you back in the track.
A vase holds roses for the first bird
that will sing in the bluesome summer sky.
This is your place; this is my place;
this is the place for all who seek
a retreat where we will not hide in shadows;
this is the place that will heal;
and before the nightfall we'll have accomplished
all that we were striving for in the day.
With love to Tanya
"I'm looking for a place, to be the my place. Where I will hear the song of the birds, and the sun will warm my soul. A place where I will not hide in the shadows. A place that heals the soul. It will be my place!"
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27w - +menashe arbeli Good evening to you too. I visited your page a while ago. I liked your style of portraits.
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