To what they teach me
One day, I know I will understand the things you taught me,
I feel your lessons seeping through my skin,
Getting closer and closer to my heart,
I see the hazy outline of them,
Approaching in the distance,
But until that fateful day,
When spring arrives,
And the flowers of your words
are at my fingertips,
I will have to squint at the blurred image,
Gaze at the reddening sky,
Until the first light of dawn,
washes over me.
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