I know, you don't want me to feel furious,
you're just being you, and I stumped there…
Bypassed hills and valleys, stretched far
through the railways, called to try a new.
We live in the different worlds’ values:
what you sacrifice for the security-
defines my core; where I'm extending
boundaries- feels delusional, mysterious…
When I come closer to the chance,
it always asks for the patience,
for retreat, to collect the facts, to commit,
to stay on the road until the end.
My sky becomes empty, the birds fly in
unknown; untouched apples in the garden,
flowers turn in dry herbs; I wait…
The King of spades/swords – the guardian.
‘Where feelings become an amusement-
the heartiness gets replaced by subtlety.’
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