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My father with the wild geese
There's no one in the other room, making silence.
The sunshine is fleeing, crawling on the wall of the house
My mother's cooking happiness in the kitchen
My father's in the garden looking to take off...
I want to run too, and sing,
And to stop next to him and wave goodbye excitedly:
Take me with you, far away, to rest for a while,
But my father just tells me: stay here, no one comes here at all.
The cracks in the wall take root, look, here,
My basted dreams tatteredly hang below,
Our yellowed pictures stayed in the chamber, getting older,
My mother's waiting for the vista, on the family tree
I want to run too, and sing,
And to stop next to him and wave goodbye excitedly:
Take me with you, far away, to rest for a while,
But my father just tells me: stay here, no one comes here at all.
The summer's happiness, on a bike, out in the fields,
feels the smoky scent of times gone by,
As we travel on the bike's crossbar, my dad and I,
Webbed in with memories, like spider's web in a room.
Wait for me, you sleepless ones, I'll get up soon as well,
But until then i'll stay in my dream, playing music in the circus,
Where on the woodchipped sky, my dad's watching the wild geese,
Conjuring himself now onto the front of the winged army,
And telling me: Sleep tight, no one comes here at all.
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Submitted by 
Vigenere0602 on 2020-03-02
Vigenere0602 on 2020-03-02Added in reply to request by 
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