My limit














I'm reaching out my window
in a tender touch of my eternity.
I see the past and present grow
in future: time, my greatest enemy.
My being, out of tender love 
I'm chained into mortality,
unlike the wide blue sky above
my limit is not high: born in body
today, tomorrow I must die!

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

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