the sun fights against the spring mist-
and lets the breeze go
i’ll barely be the child and the old man.
I gaze in the distance.
an old man in the child, the child in me.
the sun i can’t see
the hope of the summer warmth
rises all the hairs of my cold skin.
but the sky forbids the openness
of my feelings to take the blue heights
the fresh morning washes away
the mud of the rivers long gone
for a second all stands still
no wind floats over the hill
no breath, no movement
no colour I see in this lonely moment
my mind circles endlessly
in the white of the fragile breeze
the sharp teeth of the icy air
deeply bite into my face
tears freezing into memory
and leave only a hint in the skin
like trails of the past
i was- but never been free of me
i sink in the torment of my lament
my tense muscles loosen
my eyes slowly close
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 4:23 PM UTC
the sun fights against the spring mist-
and lets the breeze go
i’ll barely be the child and the old man.
I gaze in the distance.
an old man in the child, the child in me.
the sun i can’t see
the hope of the summer warmth
rises all the hairs of my cold skin.
but the sky forbids the openness
of my feelings to take the blue heights
the fresh morning washes away
the mud of the rivers long gone
for a second all stands still
no wind floats over the hill
no breath, no movement
no colour I see in this lonely moment
my mind circles endlessly
in the white of the fragile breeze
the sharp teeth of the icy air
deeply bite into my face
tears freezing into memory
and leave only a hint in the skin
like trails of the past
i was- but never been free of me
i sink in the torment of my lament
my tense muscles loosen
my eyes slowly close
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