finally
climbing your mountains,
walking
your woods.
smiling, waving at me.
smiling, waving at me.
The other
side a different form
of being, continuing who we were.
You, telling me,
of being, continuing who we were.
You, telling me,
how alright life really is,
despite all
the worries,
we drive us
forward with,
accumulated fear,
accumulated fear,
shaping our
paths, and that
in the end, all this does not matter.
happiness
is very simple.
even for
somebody like you.
© Susanne Becker
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