just a quick blink later
and the image is over
but it's not gone for me
carefully I keep it in my heart

when everything is silent
I listen to the flute's play
when I drown with the world
I dive into my thought's fall

intensive impression
difficult to grasp
and unknown to understand

but if you stop being lazy
when the sun tickles the drop
of your never-ending mind
then you can live

written by joxn
18. Aug 2024
16:29

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