Following my heart and Mado‘s guidence,

For M.

She’s not ready to go

But she’s tied to.

The children will be looking for her eyes

to take their side on quarrels with the others.

The air will remain still for the time being

She’ll work some place else without really dreaming.

The books will await, computers will boot

exhibits will manage without her input.

The others are stronger and history’s with them,

They are stones but illusion makes them out of cream.

She got tired of working the work

while the others are talking her talk.

It’s painful for her but, can you see?

She’ll leave and we’ll be left with an  empty library.

“You’ll have the books, the others are guarding!”

We have them… up on 3 meter shelving.

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