For some time now
Maybe some months or even
Half a year
She told me that she’d rather
Like a black tree.
A black tree.
Since ‘I’m black in Blue’
Goes a song of blues
I’ve listened to.
For the late hours of a Tuesday
When the last week to X-mas
Rushes along
Just like an all-night session
Of art.
Love.
Expectations.
A total sacrifice for one’s love
Of the arts.
Body and Soul.
Soul and the Mind.
Mind and physical exertion
For some time now lasting
Maybe for another year.
Song.gnoS of
Tree.eerT.
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ZJG-POetry’18.