My name is Sabine, 16, from Germany. Reading, writing, going out, laughing, dancing, playing tennis and listening & making music, dressing up and living life through ups and downs are the main parts of my private life. |
In heaven
We will meet again...
Your words drowning in my head
Can’t let them go...
This paper filled
With what my heart...
Airy red bird
Sing me a gentle song...
Fluttering through the hot summer wind
As sunbeams reflect on its wings...
Life is slowly slipping away
Hiding behind blurred windows...
Call me whatever you like
O, dearest keeper of my heart...
You better make up your mind
Fellow of dreams gone by...
Solodisk of human allegory
Spins around aloud...
When leaves started falling to the ground
I dreamt of summer memories gone by...
I hate and love. Why I do, perhaps you ask. I do not know it, but I feel that it happens and tormented. |
The feeling to write poems comes in-between sessions of active living.My life is moving fast right now.I am not slowing down long enough to write poems. -by a restless but loving soul, Bobby Walker.(www.poems-and-quotes.com/author.html?id=120674) |
My interest is in the future, because I am going to spend the rest of my life there. |