That spring is a sign of new life.
You still hear the explosions
Of colors in your heart
Though you thought it’d be more
Than just reds and greys
The well-aimed shots
Of flowers shooting up
Into the sky, or into a vein
You can never really tell
And you and I will still believe
There’s nothing strange that’s left to see.
The cloud factory
Still does its job
Obscuring the springsun
From you
Your friends are sleeping
In the streets
And you’re always afraid
They might become too cold
Their red blankets
May keep them warm though
And persistently you walk
On and on and on.
And centuries from now this spring will still be here
This life will be remembered, year after year after year.
The field is green with newborn grass
And flowers and plants and trees
But you don’t get what must be wrong
There is no field to see
You start to dig, make piles of mud
Dig up all your town
Everyone is sleeping on the other side
The field is upside down…
Auteur: Mysticelfje | ||
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Gepubliceerd op: 29 maart 2008 | ||
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