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I lost myself in the rapids. There is nothing more to be said about it. The laughing joy in your pale blue eyes caught my beating heart and didn’t let go. For a short while I came and left as I pleased, your fingertips dancing out patterns of love on my skin. Then one day you were gone, you did not return my heart before you left. So I walked in twilight for a long time, heartless and hollow.
Time passed, and age came. There was a heaviness in my bones now that had not been there before, still I searched for you. Tonight the moon woke me, she shone her pale light down on me and I realised that my hair now had the same colour as those fragile blooms that only come out for her. So I walked down to that place where I last saw you, knowing that my twilight soon would pass into night. My searching days were through, this could be no more. These bones would turn as cold as that empty place where my heart once had been. “Will you follow me now?” I needed no words to answer you as I closed my eyes and stepped back into your lasting embrace. |
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Oktober 2017
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