hurry up,
time is up.
not me, I'm waiting
out in the open.
a see-through painting;
sore autumn morning.
out of the window
observe the quiet,
it creeps on tip toes;
o that drowning silence.
so come out.
that's about.
bring it on,
folk is on.
the Earth is spinning,
afar, I'm watching.
soft distant singing,
so blue and touching.
so that.
'Yahweh put the world in my hands, I'm giving it back'
Yahweh put the world in my hands
© Copyright: Неттер Линг, 2021
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