Nur um es mal festzuhalten: Es ist Mittwoch Abend, das heißt ich habe noch genau einen ganzen Tag in Deutschland, noch nichts gepackt und überhaupt nicht aufgeräumt. Wenn das mal nicht typisch ist.. ;)
Dafür wird morgen der anstrengendste Tag meines Lebens. Und Freitag auch nicht viel besser.
Aber ich habe für alles eine Liste! Ist doch auch schonmal was :)
♥

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  1. RuelfigAugust 27, 2010

    A Poem for you upon arrival (doesn't weigh too much)

    A different march

    Now that we pooled our tears and nearly drowned,
    let's move on forward to the west. We birds, unfeathered,
    flee the nest and: forward ever, never rest.
    A darker winter is in sight
    but we will find a brighter bright,
    a blinding dark, a shady white,
    so let's keep flying through the night.

    Now that the journey seems to end, it only has begun,
    the roads unroll beneath our feet, we only need to
    carry on as one determined to succeed.
    A brighter summer is in sight
    and black will be the shortest night,
    a shady gray, a blinding white
    and enemies galore to fight.

    Now that we've shed our fears and kindly frowned
    upon the rest, who thought it best to stay behind
    we find it hard to to think we might get lost.
    A bitter frost is rising from the east
    and never satisfied the beast
    whose only purpose is to feast
    on those, who are defendent least.

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  2. RuelfigAugust 27, 2010

    OMG, two typos, how embarrassing. Corrected version:

    A different march

    Now that we pooled our tears and nearly drowned,
    let's move on forward to the west. We birds, unfeathered,
    flee the nest and: forward ever, never rest.
    A darker winter is in sight
    but we will find a brighter bright,
    a blinding dark, a shady white,
    so let's keep flying through the night.

    Now that the journey seems to end, it only has begun,
    the roads unroll beneath our feet, we only need to
    carry on as one determined to succeed.
    A brighter summer is in sight
    and black will be the shortest night,
    a shady gray, a blinding white
    and enemies galore to fight.

    Now that we've shed our fears and kindly frowned
    upon the rest, who thought it best to stay behind
    we find it hard to think we might get lost.
    A bitter frost is rising from the east
    and never satisfied the beast
    whose only purpose is to feast
    on those, who are defended least.

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  3. PaulaAugust 27, 2010

    Thanks so much daddy. You know I love your poems, they always make me cry. ♥

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