Thunder was roaring, loud
Since many days
We were waiting for the spring
As summer was ended cold
Wondering
About the bloom and blossom
Might be the calling was late
Or the twilight was breaking wild
Against the universal value
The laws of nature
Man and beast made a fragile truce
Talking
Walking the pact, shady
In red occurrence
About grass, soil and sky
Resilience the soul to jinx a crest pinnacle
Such complicated dark diamond
Almost black by blunder
Words of lies chained some truth
Greedy goose in the lake of gaffe
Faze the gaze
Swing the white
Haze the blaze
Dear creation is ready
Complicity is factual fragment
Bones of our presence
Truth is revealing finding
In us
In us all
In this insignificant life of man-kind
Destructed over determination
No regret
No remorse
Subjectivity mended the objective
Balance on fire
For what you get is always the one you gave
And it's never poles apart.
25/03/2014
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call of kindness give and take superflowous movement