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retirement poem

es war der Herbst des Jahres
mein Sohn ist tot und ich bin gehender Vorhang
Gott
nun da ich zu Ihnen abgekühlt bin
ich wundere manchmal, mich wenn es wirklich zutreffend ist
jenseits schauen
ich sah die archangels in meinem Apfel-Baum gestern Abend
haben wir keine Schande?
wir legen
die Sterne fielen vom Himmel
zweifellos erinnere mich ich noch
ich habe sie in der Nacht gehört
Frau vermißte viel, wie Sie zu mir benennen, Anruf zu mir

 



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