September 10, 2010 § Leave a comment
Waste no words on what goes without,
Dare not interfere this livelihood.
Here you live your own way,
Here you depend on each other.
The horizon announces freedom,
The dyke limits the view.
On the rhythm of the tide,
Tension comes and tension goes.
That which binds since generations,
Separates the lasting few.
The wind sometimes brings a hint
Of a fragrance that is compassion.
Go outside. Change will come