Looking at the dust on my feet watching it evaporate before my eyes holding close the memory of exotic blossoms that filled the air with eye watering aromas.
The open garden is now closed for all the world to not see.
Keep your hands away from the fence lest you be grasped by the corrupt open mind.
Many have fallen for the choice, many more will fall.
Blank boards holding nothing but lies, erased over petty feuds.
Standing in the middle with no way out.
All directions lead to something unbearable, something unwise to stand for.
Staying in the middle not for the beauty that was once there but for the beauty that needs to come back.
A beauty of voice, a beauty of opinion, a beauty of power.
In vain, in dust.
Standing in something that can't come back.
Zveshi
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