Archive for December, 2023

352. What will be?

Innocently
And with children’s joy
They slowly move
With their belongings
In the air.

It is the end of the line,
They think.
What will be the taste
Of empty space
When we are gone?

351. Let the beauty break the heart

The old man
Made himself into an old tree
And sat
On an improvised chair

The old woman
Made herself to be
The leafs that shook and fell
And she was stolen by the winds

All the creatures
Of the forest’s floor
Were born
And then had gotten old

The inner eye
Saw what came and what has gone
and let the beauty of the world
Break the inner heart apart.

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