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fear should never be
determining
as tempting as it can appear
to abandon oneself into its tender embrace
always waiting
always giving the attention
that in times is to be found
nowhere else
but fear has many faces
and fear of being fearsome
is one of them
everyone has their own rhythm
and to respect ones particular score
can never be fearsome
no matter how it might look or sound
from other perspectives
golden sunrise
covering the world
in the softest of tenderness
enveloping shadows
of dreams left behind
by a night of confusion
golden sunrise
covering the world
in the softest of tenderness
like walking to meet a beloved
under flowering trees
in spring
pain and responsibility
responsibility and pain
impossible to make the brain
connect words into sentences
while it is drowned under the rain
and covered with pain
broken sleep
broken dreams
broken wings
and a whole
new
beginning
yet another
new beginning
so expected
and yet surprising
how nature repeat the cycle
of life end dead
so endlessly
never questioning
never doubting
never being the same
but always being faithful
to whatever is
to be
green is beginning to unfold
as an almost invisible shadow
weaving into the shades of darkness
still covering the world
light increases faster
than consciousness seizes its presence
though the mind is more than aware
that summer will be gone
within the blink of an eye
knowing
seems not enough
for awareness to stay
in the present
the last new moon of winter
is being celebrated by the wind
whispering how there is less reason than ever
at this time of the year
to rush
though eagerness is pushing under the skin
as seeds are pushing
under the surface
there is still a time for everything
being overly ambitious
is poisoning the blood
stimulating
like every other drug
to the point
where exhaustion sets in
and a general collapse
is the only answer
to every cerebral impulse
wind is chasing the grief
left behind by a life lived
overly ambitious
and out of reality
there is always
a new beginning
possible
brutality
as a consequence of too much pleasing
having suppressed for too long
what was not only supposed to be released
but damaging to hold in
how sad it was taught to be so
in the first place
the more since
no one seems to be aware
about the teaching
running through the shadows
of heritage
crows are complaining about something
while the joyful choir of smaller birds
are singing grace for the day
to emphasise the danger
in identifying with moods
the rain that was believed to last for the day
yesterday
finally evaporated and left a blue sky
with golden sunshine
awakening every little seed of love
in the deepest of hearts