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Not a Fault but a Weakness

Time slips by unnoticed
I’m only staring blindly into the distance
Don’t you see how this is breaking me apart?

I saw a waterfall when I was three
I still remember how leaning over it all was a majestic tree
Sometimes I wonder if it’s fallen by now – how strong could it be?

A striped shirt lies, so innocently, on the ground beside me -
Somehow it seems to be the only key -
So I pick it up, bury my face in it

I inhale the sweet scents
Which almost seem to be meant
To open the flood gates of memories

And finally, after all this time,
I surrender with a shaking sigh
And cry



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