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My Final Duet

The chirps of birds on a cold winter morning

Rain falling upon your umbrella
As you blow into your hands to warm them

The trees blowing in the wind
Trying their best not to succumb
To the force pressing against them

This is what I live for

The only times I truly feel alive
Is when there is seemingly nothing happening

A bike ride in the summer
Gazing at the fields of straw
My black and white clothing 
Flying in the wind
And for once, a smile will emerge on my face

Sitting and waiting for a train
My hands numb from the winters air
But there is nobody here
I find a peace 
In an environment usually so busy

I smile

These days are becoming less and less
Or so my mind is telling me

The station is getting busier
Summers becoming shorter
Birds quieter

Peace is decaying
But I will continue to form my towers
Of which either myself
Or another will destroy

My rage will grow
Content will fade
And one day my hands will no longer
Hold the force needed to pick up my hammer

And for the last time
I shall find peace in the birds
The fields of straw
And silence will fall on the tracks 
Once more

My final act

The last duet

Copyright © Felix Rott

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