10 Days
(from "The Green Path")
When assessment of a dirt
Is going the narrowest path among the trees
Like I used to stroll back and forth
With my Maths and English to receive the best possible score
Whilst growing my long green spring leaves
Allowing me to positively think
About future arrangements to make
Or perhaps take the quickest way leading to hell
Where nothing else is waiting for me
Except the gloominess, grisliness, and grief
Yet with a completely new memory
Helping me to perceive all the things differently
Than only in black and white monotony
Intertwining also some grey shadows
Into my strict and obscure point of view
Producing too many illusionary distractions on my path to another vision
Of my reality
In the strangest shape I could ever imagine
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19 August 2019
revised on 2 May 2021
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