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Flower child

Friends don't know what to do
with me: not with themselves
and their own worries

with which they are welcome
but they cover them
with worries about me

and my high spirits
against dreaming the better
against their dreams

because I would miss a part of my life
if I forget today
for a day to come

Dare to watch me
while it's getting dark
and I am lying to rest

I am not dead
I am a flower child
in the lap of Mother Nature
Amsterdam, February 8th, 2017
Poem 0997
Translation of poem 0996. Bloemenkind (February 8th, 2017)

For Maria Godschalk
Collection  Untwisted