A Love Letter to Bavaria 🇩🇪

I tumble on the green grass

And gaze upon the pale blue sky above me.

The flowers are well in bloom

Their scent overpowers me.

A hint of sweet nectarine tangled within fresh tulips and peonies

Line plots of land riddled in every man’s daydream.

Yet, the air remains still.

In sync with the fuddled men and curious readers lining wooden benches—

Against enlivened Radlers thrusting past the paved paths.

Baroque churches bound every corner

And cement bricks tower city quarters.

The avant-garde make up city culture

As the old & new unite in a pensive waltz.

I am bound for a train

On my way to a quieter place.

A giddy child seeks me with a smile.

Tongues out, we play hide and seek.

As we wait our turn to descend.

The city is bustling with intrepid burghers

Whose candour echoes in their brisk step and stony gaze.

Shaken by the cold atmosphere

I play my aces at every turn

Hoping for congenial smiles.

Sure success unfounded

I scurry along until the sun sets

Hopeful for another day, another fruitful trial.

Soon, I embrace long loved companions.

And I am home.

Surrounded in unprejudiced comfort.

I learn to love the city gatter.

And devour their local noches.

I consume the sounds of spring festivities

Amusing in my inner child.

I envelope myself in palace walls—

Pacing back in time.

A lady with her parasol I close my eyes.

I hover past elaborate bridges, and trace my fingers against their rails—

I am seized from reality,

And no longer do I wish to draw away from this novel tonality.

But alas, I know too well, this moment is but passing, and soon reluctantly it will fade.

This blissful dream now marked in paper—

Seamed through these spoken words.

I choose to knot deeply in my heart.

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Gwynevierel

06.05.2023