Woensdag 19 juni 2024
The aviary
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I'm not there yet, says the man. His lips are weathered.
I have left so much behind me and had to replace so many mirrors.
The road I walk has many bumps and holes.
There are also castles in the air full of longing and children's eyes that still speak to me freely.
Countless times my skin has been changed and my hair has gone from blonde to grey to bald.
My story has been changed countless times, the seasons have turned to pale as well.
My spine, too, has been reverently laid to rest, full of believing.
We walk the raked path around the aviary in the garden together, hand in hand.
Watching the fluttering colours and listening to the unintelligible whistles.
We sit and silence the silence. We share the vast simplicity mixed with fragrant scents.
Geschreven door juliusdzs om 00:00
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