Taught and the cherry tree

[The second]

Taught and the cherry tree

The anchor of poetry
Brutal memories
Dragging me into the depths
Unlocking the chests in the attics
A child forbidden to learn
Playing with broken blocks
Plastic soldiers set in white sand
I shoveled into the basement
Coal under snow
Only by teaching I shrunk
The radical learning
Falling asleep in my birthday cake
Pictues of fact and fallacy
Music and melody
Lighting strikes the cherry tree
A yellow sun every day
Not seen on my face
I am an old man now
This world is still young
With birds in the spring
Light falling snow
I died upstairs
Now you will never know

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