19.10.20

 Dear friend, 


i have to come closer to see you, my eyes do not see as clearly as they used to. 

I have to be within your reach to extend my old hand. 

I baked a sweet pie out of the fruit my family and I collected from the tree

and we would like to share it with you, dear friend, if we could. 

In the hollows' darkness the child's laughter echoed really loud. 

It the morning's wisdom the night's silence burned into dust.

 

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