Category: Poetry
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cold thoughts
the only thing she found was the light of the moon and the moon was cold – as cold as the water as cold as her thoughts
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Flying down the hill
And there she flies down the hill like a bird spreading her wings feeling the rush
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A cold autumn start
It´s crazy to think, that the year is almost over now…. Looking back is somehow strange. What is there to see? Some fading out emotions, some fading out life? Is it a good life? Well, for sure it´s not a bad life!
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Water from Heaven
Can this water from heaven awake me? Can it reach my inner being? Bring back what seems to be lost.
Critique of pure dream 