Poems in Dutch and English

Skills: Poetry

The birds are flying every day

The birds are flying every day
I would keep the moment
to share what we will feel,
with you, like flowering flowers;
but there is that turning wheel,
time already kept me.

I wouldn’t let pass the time
to share what’s happening us,
with you, like springing springs;
but there is that sticking glue,
the moment already passed me.

But the moment didn’t shift away
without showing the precious gift,
sharing the spring of the flower;
your mirrors faced me, feeling the lift
to coming moment in the time.

Frans Veenhoven, poet105