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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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