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frost is covering the landscape
birds are singing
and the world is turning a little bit more green
every day
not just green
but the most powerful and yet tender
green
so potent with hope
it is almost difficult for the eyes
to watch it
whereas the heart
can never have
enough of it
there are two poles of personalities
those who live by taking pleasure
and those who live by giving it
and then there are all the personalities
with a different blend of the two
one does not seem to be better than the other
it is just different qualities
calling for different destinies
all longing
to be whole
there is so much to say
that only silence can embrace it all
golden clouds were illuminated by sunrise
gently protecting against the endlessness of a blue sky
keeping the soil from drying out
there are blessings
we all so easily take for granted
and keeping silence is the best way
to assimilate them
the victory was almost invisible
appeared as an ordinary act of repetition
while it silently changed the direction
of every undercurrent
there is no glory to gain
no heroic celebration
there is only peace
to savour
awakening into the unknown
where being late
is no longer an option
since no timeline is any longer being given power
to rule over the present
awakening into life
where every flower is allowed to grow
in its own rhythm
so this is the end
she said to herself
her mind in wonders
closing the door for a last time
all too aware
it was her true
beginning
broken ceramic
broken sleep
broken wings
broken lives
while the sun rise faithful
over a landscape
exploding into tender beauty
as if nothing had changed
another day
with not single cloud on the sky
a day
where the moon is shifting
where new beginnings grow
under the all penetrating light of spring
that amplifies the contrast
and reveals weaknesses
with such intensity
that the weakest no longer have the strength
to resist
the light of spring
with all its beauty
have no mercy
love always does
awakening into sadness
with dreams of the past
woven into sleep
holding on to a perception
that is slowly losing ground
awakening into the splendour
of a golden sunrise on a blue sky
with all the nuances of red
available
still caught in duality
an almost unnoticeable brim of pink
in the horizon
as the only sign
of the rising sun
in utmost discretion
yet
leaving no doubt
about its presence
as light spread over the world
and wisdom dawns