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Die Augen Der Nacht, the Eyes of the Night, Los Ojos De La Noche

Vor den Augen der Nacht Verschwimmt die Einsamkeit So ganz tränenlos --------------------------------------- The loneliness blurrs In front of the eyes of the night Completely without tears --------------------------------------- Antes de los ojos de la noche Se desvanesce la soledad Así sin lágrimas

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Audrey Haick

Date: 2/2/2011 2:47:00 PM

Numb....we all face this at one time or another, but we hold on to hope for tomorrow comes soon. Love, Annalise

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 2/2/2011 5:42:00 AM

Intense beauty in your Senryu Gert my friend... a vivid picture u relay to the reader ... thankxx for all your sweet and uplifting comments .. now back to reality and snow ..luv..haha..

Kabuteng P.Ink K.

Date: 1/30/2011 9:53:00 AM

how sad that the night can also bring much loneliness-- I found this very moving, Gert-- I do hope that you are happy though :D keep smiling :) -- ingat and have a great week as well :D --nikko :)

Sara Kendrick

Date: 1/28/2011 4:12:00 PM

Sad one..Glad that I stopped by and read your work..Sara

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/27/2011 8:26:00 PM

Gert, my cat that died three years ago was not afraid of strangers at all .She was like a small puppy so friendly and cute. I miss her alot. Luv, Andrea

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 1/27/2011 8:36:00 AM

You always seem to paint pictures with words that touch readers' hearts, Gert. This is such a vivid description of depression. Well done, my friend. Love, Carolyn

Wilma Neels

Date: 1/27/2011 6:13:00 AM

Wow, a great senryu Gert.. Hope your week has been a good one ;)

Eiken Laan

Date: 1/27/2011 4:45:00 AM

These are beautiful Gert. Ich lebe in Irland und in Trier. Mein Ehemann ist in der Europäischen Kommission. Er arbeitet im Luxemburg Büro aber Reist durch Europa wöchentlich. Wir haben für 16 Jahre in Holland und 2 Jahre in Belgien gelebt. Ich reise zu Trier im April, wenn das Wetter wärmer ist. Mein Ehemann kommt nach Hause alle zwei Wochen aber Leben ist gut. E

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/26/2011 6:37:00 AM

Yes, Gert, the quail haiku is a true story. I went outside after the storm to find a baby quail had gotten left behind by its mom. They march through our streets ike little ducks behind their moms. It struck me as really sad that his mom did not come back for him. But maybe they just knew instinctually that he would not last. I didn't know what to do for him he was so close to death and when I went back moments later, he had died. Luv, Andrea

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/25/2011 10:15:00 PM

wow, so powerful this little one is! And thanks for your explanation of that one word. LUv, Andrea

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 1/25/2011 7:01:00 PM

Nice analogy, Gert

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 1/25/2011 5:52:00 PM

sad to be of the night....not inclined to the Light

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 1/25/2011 5:32:00 PM

Nice to see you on the soup around this time Gert, almost night ,,es noche~ here.. sad feelings with no emotions.. feels very cold.. enjoyed your poem,..p.d.