• Carolin Rechberg

Garden of Eden

Here is where I live

Here the garden of Eden which is so willing to give

Swinging in the sun kissed evening breeze

As shadows seize the calm to be free

The rustling of leaves

Creeping of dancing branches

Alluding with the chirps and the humm of the bees

How to be

Swinging from a sling from the tree now a tool to play and not what it had been brutalized to be

Now we can see

Now we can breathe

We always could but forget to feel

Forget to be real and deal

With rather then steal life from the ones that know what life really has to show

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