March days have returned yet in
a completely different light than
in other years - in former times
now traffic noise has died
while standing on my doorstep
when looking at yellow flowers
new silence
green gardens
blue rooftops
Days are long and friendless and
I really need to dive in deep
to find the memory between all
this concrete, of the ocean
a smell of salt - sounds of
seagull cries. So here I am
in silence
green gardens
near rooftops
Close my eyes on the upper terrace
knowing the buildings and for a day
all has a blue peace while birds sing
full need to leave it all behind
throughout time it'll be clear
when possible turns doable
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 6:55 AM UTC
March days have returned yet in
a completely different light than
in other years - in former times
now traffic noise has died
while standing on my doorstep
when looking at yellow flowers
new silence
green gardens
blue rooftops
Days are long and friendless and
I really need to dive in deep
to find the memory between all
this concrete, of the ocean
a smell of salt - sounds of
seagull cries. So here I am
in silence
green gardens
near rooftops
Close my eyes on the upper terrace
knowing the buildings and for a day
all has a blue peace while birds sing
full need to leave it all behind
throughout time it'll be clear
when possible turns doable
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