… and suddenly,
in front of the wooden cross,
precariously planted, right there,
the heart shrinks with emotion,
for the beautiful Ida
the wooden cross*
… and suddenly,
in front of the wooden cross,
precariously planted, right there,
the heart shrinks with emotion,
for the beautiful Ida
I love to wander through cemeteries. But I must admit I get quite melancholic!
…it also gives me some perspective on top of the melancholy.
Yes. I get the same feeling–and wonder at people’s lives.
It gives me some perspective.