Growing Up I
Whose child are you?
I am a child of mother fall
Decaying
And father winter
Raging
My milk is the few drops of life
Squeezed
From shriveled trees and empty shells
I play with white flakes
Of loneliness
On cold grey grounds
Growing Up II
Whose child are you?
I am a child of the mountains
The wind shrieks me a lullaby
I lurk behind rocks in narrow paths
To rob the innocent
Of their smiles
Growing Up III
Whose child are you?
I am a single note
Played by a blind beggar´s fiddle
I am a rainbow
Life´s sunrays and raindrops
All pass through me
I am thin air
Growing Up IV
Whose child are you?
I am a child of life
The sun keeps me warm
I feed from the earth
And yearn for the sky
I am born with the day
My heart beats "tomorrow"
For maybe tomorrow
The frost will melt
Maybe then
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