Saturday, August 3, 2024

Satin Days


days fall short of expectations
death at the door knocking
life yells louder each day...
fools sit on barstools drinking ale
women dance in circles on streets,
time continues on it own as it
has done since forever...
we see darkness next to light
light net to endlessness,
we need what we need - no more,
tears roll down the cheeks of the dead
when clowns lead the procession,
do this - do that - do nothing
casts doubts over circumstance,
lessons left behind on the mountain
fish left behind in the sea,
men will be always thankful
for the curtains in hospital rooms.


July 27, 2024



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