Wind brings the Air from the South toward you
The rustle of the trees restores your Dreams
How long are you going to Wait?
...has that single train been gone?
How long do you want to keep on being the Person you think you are?
...are you still sure, that you remained yourself until Now?
How long could you sit on this High Hill observing the beauty far away?
How long the Moment lasts to you?
...a just an instant spark or?
...just let me know whether it's still ongoing?
Eleven thousand rustling leaves cover the sound of the sidewalk steps 🚶