Poezie
Perspectives
...still you
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Pain.
When you\'re three
and bruised knees are a world\'s end
Pain
When you\'re eighteen
and she loves you not
Distress.
When you\'re fifty
and youth waves at you
from the back of a car
and all the trains have one way railways
leaving the station
your life used to be
Sleep
when rest becomes a green place
with trees and grass
and nephews forgetting to visit
Me, beside you
always a shadow or thought
but never really there
because of a door you chose to close
one summer day
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