I look out of the window
I can see the river
The spring is coming
It is so bright!
The sun is intense
I hear the ice like roaring
It is being broken
It is a fight!
Migratory birds are arriving
With their cries and tears
Their hope and fears
With love and anger
One after another
They are hunting each other
Colours are increasing fast
The remake is in motion
The same cast
Like a devotion
It is strong
Not always right
Is it wrong?
The beauty is clearly tragic
Somehow aberrant
As an illusion, as if by magic
My heart is like a block of ice
Floating in the middle of the river
Balancing on the waters
It is so cold
There
My heart can see my eyes
By the window
They’re melting
In the shadow
Where?
(written in 2012)
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