DOR II

the old man looks hard,

silently watching

life passing by,

moving so fast,

with barely a glance,

gone,

the power no longer there;

he silently returns

to sweeping the sidewalk,

just a fleeting moment,

a blink of the eye;

I hear your voice,

I feel you in the darkness,

I hold you in the night,

your energy fills me up,

I don’t care

anymore;

I want only you;

I’ve traveled so far,

you are so close now,

I can smell your freshness,

like a springtime meadow,

nothing matters,

they can take it all,

nothing matters,

but you;

I give you all I have.

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