You have stolen your eye.
You lie on the side.
As if someone had put you down,
A few meters next to the street.
Or as if you just saved yourself
be able, you are the highest point in the grass,
Next to the border post.
You come from the street?
Or do you come from the bog?
Gives, Where I am on the road,
Slowly and carefully my feet
Put in the dark, Smart ponds.
Between the birches,
The water is up to the white gaunters, and over red leaves, The insects devour,
is it okay ….
I can feel solid ground again.
Sense, How he stretches my cross.
Like a thousand small crocuses, Tight like vodkacels, A track sprinkle up to the daffodil forest.
Oben steige ich auf den Strunk
And overview the foreign fairy tale valley.
The moor shimmers.
The moon shimmers.
Stars fall out of your frozen mouth,
You tie your stomach through the light brown fur.—–
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How empty is the eye of death.
How empty is it, If you can't cuddle again in death.