Wie Melodien zieht es mir
Like Melodies

Groth

Itís as if tunes were passing
Softly though my mind;
Like spring flowers blooming,
Their scent fades on the wind.

But when words come to set them
So every eye can see,
They pale like mist
And vanish into obscurity.

Yet, dormant in the field of rhyme
A fragrance lies concealed
In a tight bud, that gently may
By a teardrop be revealed.