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11 Monats vor
Like a kite in the summer breeze,
He took wild and fanciful flights,
To go where nobody dared to.
She followed him everywhere,
Like an ocean's wave follows the moon
Ebbing and flowing with his tides.
Every now and then, surrounding him,
There were approaching storms,
And flashes of lightning that struck,
The sound of which only she could hear.
For she was his tether, the string to his kite.
Now winds on this world are funny,
They played with his soul as if to test him,
And at times leaving him battered and torn,
She was his hope he knew in his heart,
Yet he refused to acknowledge her part.
Time came one day, and her dreams crumbled,
She surrendered the string to the winds.
Who took it solemnly as a windsong,
He was soaring high on cottony clouds of bliss,
Carried away by the wandering winds.
Gently at first, he felt the slack and began to drift,
Gazing at trees moving too rapidly beneath,
And felt her song in the breeze soulful and sad,
It was a song nobody else could sing.
She gave him his freedom in her kindness,
Instead he ran amock, crushed, shattered and torn. ~harishwings [ART : 1- deskridge; 2- peewee82 - deviantart.com]
5 Monats vor
In the final flickering light of the evening,
I see the wind whip the earth into a frenzy,
To make the trees whistle in disgust.
The dead leaves dance and whirl,
In ecstasic frenzy of flight and fury,
Distressed upon woken from their slumber.
For no rhyme or reason, nor fear of treason,
I jumped into the whirlwind, unthinking,
Seized by some breathless epiphany,
Then all time stood still inside that twister. ~harishwings
11 Monats vor
Let us go now into the forest.
Trees will pass by your face,
and I will stop and offer you to them,
but they cannot bend down.
The night watches over its creatures,
except for the pine trees that never change:
the old wounded springs that spring
blessed gum, eternal afternoons.
If they could, the trees would lift you
and carry you from valley to valley,
and you would pass from arm to arm,
a child running
from father to father.
by Gabriela Mistral