On the uneven surface of life
we move our fingerprint lines
holding in our arms
a defenseless thought
of who we could have been
just a moment ago
Then the paths
split
They could be simpler
but would that beautiful poppy
with its strong stem
wide petals
and its black center
have grown behind rusty wires?
For a moment
we looked at each other
the heart beats
eyelids narrow in the sun
then we get wet in the rain
wrapped in the sweet scent
of the linden tree waiting for July
How many sighs
how many tender hopes
stay with us?
Yes
my joy and my pain
are the reward for being human
I will not be a red poppy
I will not be a linden blooming in July
I will not sing like a blackbird
to say goodbye to the morning
I will become an elusive memory
of what was created
before I turned
onto that side trail
Are these words
are these steps
is this tiredness
proof that I am still here?
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 1:12 PM UTC
On the uneven surface of life
we move our fingerprint lines
holding in our arms
a defenseless thought
of who we could have been
just a moment ago
Then the paths
split
They could be simpler
but would that beautiful poppy
with its strong stem
wide petals
and its black center
have grown behind rusty wires?
For a moment
we looked at each other
the heart beats
eyelids narrow in the sun
then we get wet in the rain
wrapped in the sweet scent
of the linden tree waiting for July
How many sighs
how many tender hopes
stay with us?
Yes
my joy and my pain
are the reward for being human
I will not be a red poppy
I will not be a linden blooming in July
I will not sing like a blackbird
to say goodbye to the morning
I will become an elusive memory
of what was created
before I turned
onto that side trail
Are these words
are these steps
is this tiredness
proof that I am still here?
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