Kill the world softly that speaks, In detail’s creed. Mind you, there are sunflowers, listening To the song of days. The days beneath the sun,
Category: Poetry
Little Bunny Goes
Little bunny goes hop hop hop Groom the dream, my dear The sunrise is arriving Inside, the windows locked And the door is slightly open.
Boxful of Marbles
If I had a boxful of marbles, I’d build a tiny axe Then I’d go to the garden and I’d fill the cracks in the
Circles
I walk in these circles These circles that I walk in Made of wool and made of strings Laid out on the ground at my
The Moon and the Jackal
Every once in a while, when the moon shines bright And the flowers are sleeping There shows a jackal under my window, He comes seeking
The Wishing Tree
There was a tree in my back-yard I used to call it the Wishing Tree; It had wishes hanging from its branches like stars And
Michal Rotko 