let me blow my compliments away
be it green leaves or pages of a book
only be stirred
momentarily
hop and dance in swirling air
compose a tornado waltzing in harmony
swing and twist
turn and burn
combustion desolates not fibers but suspension of awkwardness
my heart leaps no more upon flashes of morning stars
autumn leaves thrive into crimson bloom
the canopy stays still to provide shade from my burning sun
whilst i have learnt how to live in a juggle of your legacy
under layers of compassionate leaves
among the ocean of books and pages
be binded with the soul of your nature
be it music or geography
science or astronomy
captured in photography
i am all ready to be impressed
only yet to adjust my responses
i thought you would not know how hard it could be
but i have started to like it
hesitantly lifting my limb to step forth
aber doch zufriedlich
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