![]() The Most Tiring ThingA Poem by Anna von ÖsterreichI could fall in love with your absence, I could dance with the ghost of your presence. I could live the life of a vagrant's silence, I could bathe in a waterfall of ignorance. I do not hate you but I do not like you, in a way so very hard to explain. It is the feeling of a desert, waiting eighteen years for it to rain; but the shower comes down so quickly, I cannot taste it before it is gone again. You are the sun that dries the dirt, the reason for my burning grain. And I could fall in love with joyance, I could dance with my own stormy essence. I could live by morals beyond your hinderance, I could bathe in a garden of my conscience.
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