Category: Poetry
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Two little bears
“See” – he said to the little bear, pointing to his own reflection. “I can´t see the flowers and the stars and the light because this is what I am….
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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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