when the light's so warm
so i ran for the night
in the days so bright
alright, so i did turn my back
/
watch a shallow breeze
flames, dust, honey, rain
the sapling never dared
so the oak never cared
/
ach,
vielleicht darf ich ja zurück
zurück zum Efeu, zum Schnee
zum Sand auf'em Balkon
Reifenrausch und Musik
zurück zu Tränen.
/
why do i lament memories never lost?
only ever do our paths go on
even saplings reach through the frost
'till the cacophony comes
comes crashing down.
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cacophony
Poetrya trail of poetry drawn between inward glances because i gave up on shouting myself down. | voice one: 01-13 | voice two: 16-29 | voice three: 30-36 | voice four: 37-42 | p.s. the first few poems are really bad. ~ hymn ©2020