You-among my most neglected posessions,
The almost forgotten one,
The one with no water and hardly any soil,
and only the last shimmering,but magic sunrays to feed on..
You-a leftover from nearley two, fast decades
a stephchild of some people`s abandoned home
cut and mutilated the worst (by me),
because of your longing,stretching,naked arms
trying to embrace something I couldn`t see..
Forgotten in a tiny, tiny window,
behind always closed curtains ,so sad
You lived your own ,limited life,
dreamt your own ,unlimited dream,
in totally silence,while hoping for that day,
when I needed light?
That day came,eventually...
In a new and wakeful state I pulled,no ripped !the dusty,old curtains away,
and astonished I realized that while in my own abyss,
You had produced something out of your dry,spiny flesh..
And now showed my your only and most perfect,tender,soft,moist and radiant cactusflower-
of all times..
An advice:
Regardless how limited your life seem,
or how little "soil" there`s around,
Stretch out for those last sunrays...,if nothing else.
You may hide the most mystic,magic flower inside your heart.
(C) A strange tribe
"Final Tribe":
An advice:
Regardless how limited your life seems,
or how little "soil" there`s around,
Stretch out for those last sunrays...,if nothing else.
You may hide the most mystic,magic flower inside your heart.
L I K E I T
....nei egentlig ikkje 
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