i run by the side of a road
next to a meadow
rain washes my face
brand new
i wonder
how can i serve you
better
if i don't even serve myself
really
what does that even mean
do more, accomplish more
no
in the silence of the nature
i hear the echo of my
own heart
getting washed by the rain
inwardly as i serve myself
by forgiving all the mistakes
i made today
all the words, thoughts
washed away by my own
act of forgiveness
i hear the nature singing
a new voice
not even a song
but a broken melody
and it's so beautiful
with it's freedom
to be heard
when b r o k e n
the beauty of a soft whistle
of the grasshopper
brings me to my senses
how can i know you
when i don't even know myself
how can i access something so deep
that fills my soul
if i do not dare to
look myself in the eyes
and say with silence
you're beautiful
just as you are
with those lonely few freckles
and that twisted smile
i am proud of you
i listen to
the birds freedom song
the one they sing after rain
soaring through the sky
proud of you
of you
you
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