Sometimes I wish I could fly.
Well, I can fly a drone,
but it’s not the same.
Because the heart always stays below.
Not to escape,
but to see a little more.
I love morning mist.
Even though some people hate it.
Because it hides the world,
so you can rediscover it more slowly.
More quietly.
More truthfully.
When the sun first shines over the landscape
and the hills rise from the fog like thoughts
you haven’t spoken yet.
How many people never see this.
Because they sleep a little too long.
And miss moments
that don’t repeat
they only happen rarely...
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