Nightfall - time for a walk in the green
silence -  the noisy day has gone to sleep
finally I am on my own - no more avoiding by zig zag runs

I take off my protection mask and a deep breath -
summer air and the scent of a freshly mowed meadow,  
familiar and normal.....

In the  distance a falling stars lights up

and I remember the taste of white clouds  
and the sound of laughing butterflies
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Everything will be alright

Poor scarlet waves
born to die already.
Wearing their mother’s robe
On their fragile body.
Why do we rush to our ends,
hitting the things unsteady?
There is some grief in ends,
I know..
But maybe there is rhapsody.