is one of those days?
where these clouds disappear
fresh from heaven milked
very playful blue meadows
without cotton-like giants ...
So where does the journey
so on their eign'e
way through the world of fast hours
completely lost all found ... to worship
driving without recur
cold gods
just fall on their knees as
silence echo through the rooms ...
nothing and everything - everything is nothing -
your explain rigid Given
as I fly
and the sky I defeat
just went without a book
laid out like an old silk scarf
to forget
who it was only - the so presumptuous? !
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Well .. I do not know what exactly the statement is now .. but that's not so important in poetry or intuitive? ... There are emotional pictures and nothing else ... and for this they just say enough of ...
interpret into what ever you now Do you like ...
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