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retirement poem

ich gehe hinunter die Gartenwege
aller Tag zum Aufpassen der blauen Welle sich zu kräuseln und zu brechen
einfach sprechend
ĂĽber dem FluĂź winken sie zu mir zu
ich hatte einen Traum und ich wachte mit ihm auf
schreckliche Wahrheiten diese sind
ist häufig er nicht so?
ich schleuderte meine Seele zur Luft wie einem Falkefliegen
warum die Sachen sind, die keinen Tod haben

 



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