So you thought you were the only one curious?
you walk as if you don't know
how far you can go?
life is abundant
even more
if you keep moving
In the deepest gold
life is busy
up the stalks through the forest
of the bees.
Wirling land makes me dizzy
nothing solid to hold on to
feeling spindle
jump to
Cricket melancholy
captured sweet lullaby
Swaying splender
chanting sound
speaks to me in a tongue
the wind knows very well
leaves like water falls
giving their last goodbyes
joining the meadow
Dreams
for tomorrow...
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