My net is back...but for a precious few minutes only...seems this area has suffered frequent maintenance of sorts all day...no doubt this will go off any moment again.
So a quick post now, and this autobahn, (which I know), is accompanied with great driving music...excellent!!
This most defintely IS Germanic~~~
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auf der autobahn...
take a breath
This is captivating, and quite Germanic, I like it very much...
walking on the hands of time
Why does my familiar path
so full of reassurance
continually surprise while evolving
in crespuscular convergancebesides ever-watchful trees
ageing the age
-a tree-ring upon a finger counting
the pendular years assuagein a pent-up barking rhyme
from deep-rooted flight
scattered by the hands of time
like pennons at first lightfrom a pensile grown
the path found in satori hope
today's autumn leaves blown inland
nature's œuvre, a première kaleidoscope.written by lauren6












