28 jun 2019, 12:37

Sooth 

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Lullaby and whisper are mingling through the sky

Carelessly are shifting the muffled poets’ cry.

How small are we! – exclaimed the little child

And pointed to the chimney. Everything’s mild.

 

An echo passing through the cave

‘’You’re the last one.’’ – And who is brave?

If I am to choose whether to follow or behave

I am choosing to struggle, and sing, and engrave.

 

Engrave the Meaning on the ground

Where every sound means something.

And forget that we are bound

To everything which passes with a blink.

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