You smile, but thoughtless, lost in play,
Like laughter through a willow’s sway,
Whose roots drink deep the weeping rain,
And bear the earth’s unspoken pain.
You gave your all to those you raised,
But life dealt hands in crooked ways—
Some kept in tow, some cast aside,
Once stormed the sea, now smooth the tide.
The blood runs thick, the weight is real,
Not without cause, not without will.
You race against the bitter air,
Through verses written unaware.
The prophets claim they’ve always known,
That all things stand at some crossroad,
Where fate is still, where time stands fast,
And nothing moves but shadows cast.
But oh, if you could only see
How much of you is yet set free!
The wind is soft, your wings are light—
“Go now, my soul, take flight, take flight.”
27.3.2025
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