The waterfall flows wistfully
a straight line of cars continues the movement
at the end of its stream
It’s getting dark in the park
Distantly,
like small light balls
the cars they beam
I watch this transition from above
Something inside of me, a gleam,
and the sense of shove,
makes me want to scream
But I stay silent and continue my limping through the park
Limping down the stony hill
Two frogs, they jump in front of me
Suddenly
one of them jumps into the bush
You’re a coward, I think
Still
and to myself
I continue down the hill
with a feeling of the need for a push
that draws me faster to the ground
Then another sound
in my head
makes me ask myself if you just don’t care
So should I take care of you?
But I’d rather be blue
than preventing you from breathing
freely
And I limp all the way down this stony hill
Tree branches over my head, like snakes
embracing my mind
fizzling in the wind
You laughed with your mouth
and your boyish eyes
that gained for the rosebud, the beautiful summer child from the south
But I’m the last flower of fall
The drizzling rain melts into my skin
I melt into him
softly
I sigh for your cowardice
My wrinkled skin disperses into the ground
I let it all melt with no despise
Heavy steps take me to a crossroad
Which path should I choose?
The oaktrees drop their acorns in an enormous speed
It’s hard to follow
I just go
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