07/17/2018

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missed opportunity
For days, Hundi and I have been annoyed by the husband's bad migraine mood.
Yes, of course, constant headaches are a nuisance, but also the doggy is sickly, and I am not bedded on roses with my hobble foot either.
Nevertheless, little Kira and I carry our package with composure, and do not exhale our woe and oh.
In addition, the migraine has evaporated, but the bad mood is still cultivated.
And slowly my patience with the former sufferer is running out.
An unattractive bad mood also seizes mine, completely against my nature, and I find that annoying.
So the grip to Lyric did very well in my regular perfumery.
Also written poetry soothes me - thus also fragrant.
This poem tells me of gentleness and understanding - of consideration and forbearance.
Its soft spices give support to the thought and stop the impatience.
Muse and leisure touch each other - and me.
The flowers promise brighter days - and the powdery iris calmer nights.
Ylang calms the scratched nerves and has an almost sedative effect.
Vanilla comforts sweetly - and incense does not reveal its secret.
I hold the dark red bottle thoughtfully and fascinated in my hands - like yesterday the poetry book "June" by Städtler.
Summer welcomes us
with a handful of flowers,
and we're gonna move,
because we didn't bring anything ourselves,
and do not know if we guests
or hosts are.
The bottle would have been an appropriate consolation.
Be - because he's going back on the shelf.
A missed chance...
The husband wanted to go back and get the bottle.
No. The moment was over.
P. S. Today the long-awaited test drive with the new Polo GTI burst. The car was in the workshop - but not available. Is my name bad luck? The husband let me scold him once - and appeared with the dark red poetry.
He'd had a moment that was right for him
Yes, of course, constant headaches are a nuisance, but also the doggy is sickly, and I am not bedded on roses with my hobble foot either.
Nevertheless, little Kira and I carry our package with composure, and do not exhale our woe and oh.
In addition, the migraine has evaporated, but the bad mood is still cultivated.
And slowly my patience with the former sufferer is running out.
An unattractive bad mood also seizes mine, completely against my nature, and I find that annoying.
So the grip to Lyric did very well in my regular perfumery.
Also written poetry soothes me - thus also fragrant.
This poem tells me of gentleness and understanding - of consideration and forbearance.
Its soft spices give support to the thought and stop the impatience.
Muse and leisure touch each other - and me.
The flowers promise brighter days - and the powdery iris calmer nights.
Ylang calms the scratched nerves and has an almost sedative effect.
Vanilla comforts sweetly - and incense does not reveal its secret.
I hold the dark red bottle thoughtfully and fascinated in my hands - like yesterday the poetry book "June" by Städtler.
Summer welcomes us
with a handful of flowers,
and we're gonna move,
because we didn't bring anything ourselves,
and do not know if we guests
or hosts are.
The bottle would have been an appropriate consolation.
Be - because he's going back on the shelf.
A missed chance...
The husband wanted to go back and get the bottle.
No. The moment was over.
P. S. Today the long-awaited test drive with the new Polo GTI burst. The car was in the workshop - but not available. Is my name bad luck? The husband let me scold him once - and appeared with the dark red poetry.
He'd had a moment that was right for him
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