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grandma poem

sehen Sie, sie zurückgehen
was spiteful Wahrscheinlichkeit unawares stiehlt
sie fragen mich, wo ich gewesen bin
ich sah mit geöffneten Augen
der Duft kam
in die Dunkelheit und Frieden meinem abschließenden Betts
gegangen vor uns
Sonne und Wind und Schlag von Meer
sind Sie wach?
über ihnen alle, unten schauend
aus dem funkelnden Meer heraus
ein Vogel sang
wenig Park, den ich durch führe
hören Sie

 



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