26th

Often words go short,
when the most dynamic aspects of a moment,
take place so quickly.

I try to write down,
with pen and paper,
playing the role of a camera,
in which pictures are described,
not taken.

Maybe I am no longer reading what was written,
Or maybe trying to write what might be read,
Maybe the purpose of capturing a feeling,
has gone,
or grown.

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An own made imprint,
so one can always remember,
not to lose what one has,
to cherish the little one has,
has finally ignited a change,
which should have taken place maybe a while ago,
but that is not up to anyone to know when.

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Year after year,
the body grows older,
the breath becomes shorter,
and the box of memories always grows larger.

But none of this really matter now,
since the magic of a second,
fills all the woes of a lifetime.