Insidiously it gave way
At first a sly, almost mocking wind
Without making much noise
Then mixing sand, dust,
It swelled up
It even rained pebbles from who knows where
At first, it seemed to fade away
Leaving the hope of a renewal
Soon it took over again
Slamming doors
Closing everything in its path
Empty, empty, dark and black
Space shrank
Under the shadow of a black cloud
Through the window I see nothing
Yet in the shelter of my home
Sadness nor anger after dismay
Did not take place
No, no, all is to be cleared
To be cleaned
To purify
To clear up what seems to be obstructed
By ugly stones
Where do they come from?
Probably from far, far away
I do not recognize them
Can I by my strength remove them?
Some of them, no doubt, yes
Others are foreign to me, too heavy and inaccessible
When the wind dies down
And this damn cloud disappears
Then it will be time
For you to help me
Let you help yourself
A wind this strong leaves its mark
We need to clear the air
Is it possible?
Do we need help for that?
A winch, a shovel
Or just the kindness of a heavenly angel
With supernatural strength?
The house is sad in this state
Will I have to move
And find a more forgiving region
More friendly
For rest and peace …
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