you move like a spider
busy in its web
a thousand revolutions you do
to get stuck in the core
am I now the one fly
caught in the gossamer fabric
?
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i look at you
with my eyes
closed
then i see you
without mask
for your
face
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so happy was I
with that one white cyclamen
that I could celebrate Christmas with it twice
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departure
a large grey bird
flew high above me
I felt scared
and a little bit unwise
my blood was no longer warm
but slowly driving ice
my soul took on the shape
of crumpled paper
my child became a butterfly
flew along with the bird
to a land
far from here
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lack
a black sun
with long shadows
shines my days
without you
my dance with memory
is endlessly lonely
my arms reach
to the stars
to embrace you
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