on my way; however too lazy
To try and pluck myself down
I ran past on a good meadow.
Now that I'm dying and miserable
Now that the crypt has already been dug,
Often mocking in memory, tormenting,
Haunts the fragrance of the spurned flowers
Especially a fiery yellow one
Dandelion always burns my brain.
We regret that I have the same
Not once enjoyed, the great dirn.
My consolation is: Lethes have water
Still now do not lose power,
To refresh the stupid human heart
With the sweet night of forgetting.
Dear @v-siniarski, Memories always make people suffer. So, while humans drink Lete, the river of oblivion, they want to enjoy happiness and peace in the sleep of oblivion.
By the way, I wonder why you like dandelions. I love the dazzling yellow color of dandelions.😄
You can eat dandelions, they are everywhere in the meadow, they have beautiful yellow colors. The dandelion leaves are good animal fodder, the puff flower is fun. There are many reasons why dandelions like. 😁😄😄😀😀💐
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¡Qué maravilla de imágenes! Y la abeja enterrada buscando el polen, vaya momento perfecto. Felicidades por la publicación.
What a wonderful pictures! And the buried bee looking for pollen, what a perfect moment. Congratulations for the publication
Thank you 🙂🙂🙂