60 (29.09.2014)

I have not even the slightest tiny doubt
That when I wake the sun will still be there
Nor do I feel the need to scream and shout
For I grow wings as I fall through the air.
And when I land, I land as soft as sheep
And when I run, I run as well as rain
And when I win, I win as hard as sleep
And when I draw, I draw without a stain.
For blesséd is the rain that falls on me,
And blesséd is the sun that on me shines
And blesséd is the word that sets me free
And blesséd is the space between all lines.
So bow down now and feel the salty breath,
Of all the world beholden unto death.




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