24.06.2020
Scarlet Meadows
In this realm meadows are scarletMy hands are cold, trembling
This shield over my body
Imprisoning or harbouring?
My feet are on-the-move and here I am leaving
I’m being torn
By clinging more and more
Yet love is free
Fearless and painless
Meadows are scarlet
Hands still cold
My feet are disappearing
I leave in silence