Scheidewege - The Lunar Phases
Seek for Dreams
Bouquet of Autumn
What secrets are hidden, what do you want to tell me?
Mom’s roses and starry skies.
Among Summersnow’s stars.
A balmy summer wind, and I saw them. Mourning cloaks that lay on your skin. Just a short while and they were gone.
The bluebells, I listened to the carillon. It told me about what does not exist but still exists.