sun days | sun year

 

 

Gawking eyes

glaring glances

whispers feeding fear

 

“Come and take it, I give it away for free”

it says

 

Shouting

asking but not yet listening

hearing others but not the other

 

“Stay away”

fear whispers

 

by selling thrilling treats

who glitter

 

But all become old

and boredom comes knocking

on the everyday life

and the treats fade

 

and here your are

 

You keep coming back

inch by inch

together with your friends

 

You climb the draped walls

peering down

cheekishly

because you don’t want to be alone on the ground

 

But you are brave

 

Then you travel in a different pace

measured in sand, sound, chyme

and you taste, smell you draw you write

 

and within a short hallway time

the gawks turn

to facet smiles

 

 

 

and now some children say to fear:

“Begone!”

 

 

 

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