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Kleiner Adler, Flügel groß
Schwarze Federn, weit gespreizt.
Kreist über dunklen Seen so hoch
Von den Bergen, weit gereist.
Müde Augen, kranker Blick,
Körper zitternd, ob der Lasten.
Kennt den Weg nicht mehr zurück,
Doch kann im Seenland nicht rasten.
Kleiner Adler, Angst so groß
Heimat aus der Sicht verloren.
Trudelt noch im kleinen Windstoß,
Niemandem kommt sein Schrei zu Ohren.
Flügel schwach und zittrig nun
Tragen ihn mit Not noch weiter
Wasser; kein Platz um auszuruhen,
Und die Spiegelung wird breiter.
Kleiner Adler, Kraft entschwunden,
Müh' in jedem Flügelschlag.
Hat er den Heimweg je gefunden,
Der offen hinter ihm doch lag?
Schwarze Federn, weit gespreizt.
Kreist über dunklen Seen so hoch
Von den Bergen, weit gereist.
Müde Augen, kranker Blick,
Körper zitternd, ob der Lasten.
Kennt den Weg nicht mehr zurück,
Doch kann im Seenland nicht rasten.
Kleiner Adler, Angst so groß
Heimat aus der Sicht verloren.
Trudelt noch im kleinen Windstoß,
Niemandem kommt sein Schrei zu Ohren.
Flügel schwach und zittrig nun
Tragen ihn mit Not noch weiter
Wasser; kein Platz um auszuruhen,
Und die Spiegelung wird breiter.
Kleiner Adler, Kraft entschwunden,
Müh' in jedem Flügelschlag.
Hat er den Heimweg je gefunden,
Der offen hinter ihm doch lag?
Literature
Never Forgotten
You are pushing...
Trying to erase...
But you refuse to wipe away those words that rest gentle on the lines.
You can't do it.
They are written in pen.
You won't rip the well designed paper either.
You will have to paint over those honest words.
You will always know that underneath those vibrant colours lies a hidden script.
A secret code that whispers in your sleep.
You have become a spy.
Undercover, in your own world.
What are you searching for?
Is it your treasure which you have tucked away?
Hopefully you will find that which you have intentionally lost,
And at its appearance,
You will forget the tears you shed,
And once again remember
Literature
Love Long Lost
silent with a touch of sweetness
feather-light/jasmine/just a dusting
figures flit between the sunbeams
weaving, dancing, laughing, kissing
a sparkle of salt across his brow
broad shoulders of Atlas, bearing the world,
if I could come to him
[in a dream; trace your freckles]
and lift his burdens from him now
enfold him in my warmth, my light,
and shield him from the cold of night
but this love, I won't allow.
I wish I could be there again
feather-light, and full of hope/trust/gentle love
but the rain is cold, reverie gone in a shi
Literature
Gone
By the time you realize...I'll be gone
Like a ghost that never truly was
If I stand here in the darkness
Will the light shine through the haze
Or will your voice leave me lonely
As memories disappear
Even if I could fool myself...
The cracks that line my heart
This constant earthquake in my soul
Is how I'm supposed to feel
It's how the skin slowly peels off the bone
To see what honesty is hiding
Eyes so wide....closed but open
Even when I'm sleeping
I see it all...I see everything
There is no rest for me
I see it all...I see everything
My dreams are sad, broken things
Beating themselves frantically against the walls of the cage
I suppose t
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Wow.. sehr schön geschrieben und so traurig T____T