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short love poem

zwischen den musing Sonnenuntergang und die Dunkelheit
noch dreizehn Jahre
der Himmel
über ihnen alle, unten schauend
Stern-Staub und vaporous Licht
ruhig mit reverance, im Awe
Frau vermißte viel, wie Sie zu mir benennen, Anruf zu mir
und noch gingen sie an
um Mitternacht
hoch-getragenes Rennen
zu, was eine Frau sie geliebt vergleicht
ich rüttele mein Haar im Wind des Morgens
der Geruch von stieg so falsch, die zutreffenden Dornen so
ich habe das Rennen gewonnen

 



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