All girls have different dreams. Some, for example, dream of a piece of bread, some dream of the war ending quickly and their beloved daddy coming home. And some think only about entertainment.
Good evening, thank you so much for visiting my blog. I'm so glad I was able to return and read your poems. Yes, of course, all young women want to grow up, but when that happens, they want to be young again. Beautiful verses. Much light and peace. Hugs.
🪶 Buenas tardes, me permito recorrer su magnífico universo, que encuentro de gran elegancia y perfectamente cuidado, he tenido el placer de agregarle a mi lista de amigos y estaría encantado de darle la bienvenida en mi espacio, le deseo un excelente final de despuésmediodía y una velada muy agradable, cordialmente, Regis.
All girls have different dreams. Some, for example, dream of a piece of bread, some dream of the war ending quickly and their beloved daddy coming home. And some think only about entertainment.
ReplyDeleteProfundo poema. Te mando un beso.
ReplyDeleteMy friend Theodosia,
ReplyDeleteAnother very well-written haiku, this one addressing female maturity.
Congratulations!
Kisses!!!
We'll have to grow up someday :-D
ReplyDeleteKisses, dear Theda.
Qualquer um que consiga escrever bem usando o mínimo de palavras possível deve ser um gênio, e você é, e ainda gosta de gatos. rsrsrsrs 😺
ReplyDeleteAbraços 🐾 Garfield Tirinhas.
Good evening, thank you so much for visiting my blog. I'm so glad I was able to return and read your poems. Yes, of course, all young women want to grow up, but when that happens, they want to be young again. Beautiful verses. Much light and peace. Hugs.
ReplyDeleteLuego habiendo madurado añoramos esa niña. Un abrazo
ReplyDeleteThat's a good one :-D
ReplyDeletetrop beaux tes Cats
ReplyDeletetrès bon jeudi mon amie gros bisous
ReplyDeleteSomehow we find the extremes first. Awesome poem!
ReplyDeleteUnos bellos versos en forma de pregunta, la cual no es tan fácil contestar ya que mucho depende de la posición de la niña.
ReplyDeleteSaludos.
E depois que crescemos e amadurecemos, temos saudade da infância. Não acha? beijos! :-)
ReplyDeleteY cuando eres madura te gustaría ser niña...
ReplyDeleteUn abrazo.
Hola, me encanta tu Haiku, buen fin de semana a ti, besos, Regis.
ReplyDeleteEspejo de la mañana
los ojos buscan en la bruma
El resplandor del mañana.
ReplyDeleteGreat, well done <3
Kisses
🪶 Buenas tardes, me permito recorrer su magnífico universo, que encuentro de gran elegancia y perfectamente cuidado, he tenido el placer de agregarle a mi lista de amigos y estaría encantado de darle la bienvenida en mi espacio, le deseo un excelente final de despuésmediodía y una velada muy agradable, cordialmente, Regis.
ReplyDeleteNo fundo, é o que todos nós enquanto jovens desejamos que aconteça.
ReplyDeleteExcelente Haiku, amiga Theda.
Gostei bastante.
Deixo os votos de um feliz fim de semana com tudo de bom.
Beijinhos, com carinho e amizade.
Mário Margaride
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