Yves L'Roux Dante - The Curve Dance

I have arrived
I might as well stand
And fix on the sky
A touch of land, reaches for my heart
As the day ends
The curves made up my journey
Nothing more
I hope I burried my son well
Better than they did to me
No chip off the old block
No heritage
No resemblence
I harsh laughter eases my tone
Here for a better life
A life without curves, a life without a route
No further advences, no where to go
I hereby leave this note
My son, may you find your way
Easier and fitter than everyone
Evade the glass house
The wine, the food, the hunger
And take good routes, ones with squares
and circles, but never curves
Your mother, Francis

Written by:
Balog Zsombor

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