thunderbolt – Robin’s Nest

Grey Hairs

by Marina Tsvetaeva These are ashes of treasures:Of hurt and loss.These are ashes in face of whichGranite is dross.Dove, naked and brilliant,It has no mate.Solomon’s ashesOver vanity that’s great.Time’s menacing chalkmark,Not to be overthrownMeans God knocks at the door- Once the house has burned down!Not checked yet by refuse,Days’ and dreams’ conquerorLike a thunderbolt –Continue reading “Grey Hairs”

Love is . . .

or is it? Maybe we should first ask: What is love? Dolly Parton claims: Love is like a butterfly, as soft and gentle as a sigh. Roy Orbison says: Love hurts, Love scars, Love wounds and mars any heart. It takes a lifetime to learn the truth and in the end it appears they wereContinue reading “Love is . . .”