In another way
till the
blue falls from the clouds
to pluck
the birds out of their flight
and whistle
as a nightingale
I see the
things in another way
listen
to the
child
that’s not
yet have been counted for
in the womb
lies still as a virgin
the seed
not quit yet to germinate
even when
the day of tomorrow
in the
morning is as far as now today
shortly I
want to shear the sheep
and sleep
in their sweaters
the wool
still fresh
of warming
dreams
© Rudi J.P.
Lejaeghere
05/10/2014
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