Poetry July

On a hot summerday
The flower who did bloom so beautiful
Not even so long ago
Has transformed

The colours turned white
The seeds are ready for their flight
Waiting for the gently breeze
Or the rain
To be taken away
Away from where you were created

Some of the seeds
Will find a place
Where they can survive the night
Where they are safe for the chilly winter

When spring will come
And it will
They will grow again
to beauriful flowers
The circle of life

Every goodbye
Is a greet for something new
Empty places
Will be filled
And memories remain

When the roof will rattle, in the tower
And only the thing of evil is there to hear
When Alexa patiently wait for instructions
And no snoring will be heared again

I hear the wind whisper
Don’t be sad
The drama is over

And my tears will burn again
It was your final countdown then
You did fly away
On this hot summerday

I will miss you
Anywhere the wind blows

22 07 2018
Jon

Who will water Wonkys Garden
Now the sun is shining so hot
Who will harvest the breadbeans
Now our fearles leader is not

Shall Piran miss the snoring
THe last drama is spread
Life will be a bit more boring
Now your final countdown is said

When the storm let rattle your roof
There is no one left to share
Not a film review to proof
No more coffee, anywhere

Your music sounds forever
In the ones, for who you did care
Just like Freddie, you will live forever
Legends never die, anywhere

When dinky meows at your front door
And there is no one, to let him in
The mailman will no longer walk around
The circle is complete
In memories you will be found

THe wind will blow, my hair will get wet
And with the final countdown
I look up, and smile
for remembering you, and all of that

The show will go on, because it should
And I will miss you forever, Mister Mankyfoot

30 07 2018

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