Day 1129, friend on a bridge.

Day's pictures, Poetry

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The bridge

crossed your mind

on your way

~

on good day’s

~

looking down

from the bridge

at the city

at the roofs

the houses

that hide

you are sure

have problems you lived

are covered

not seen

have no door

~

the bridge

is now

has become

today

for you

are down

no longer

for crossing

to overcome

~

you

~

you just want

~

to be

~

brave

one more time

~

close a door

 

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Day 1058, storm.

Day's pictures, Poetry

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A storm is going on.

I stare upwards, eyes closed, see dim grey movements.

The lights inside play with my darkness, from outside

the wind, roof and trees play their song

getting exited, calm down, scream, all without reason.

The fireplace cracks, suddenly, irregularly, interrupts this symphony,

the orange glow welcome, reminds me, the darkness subsides.

Nochrisis