Mittwoch, 12. September 2012

call me my night

conscience

call me my night
Missed me doing
flooded with grief
breastfeeding was my image of wild flowers
out on the field

Search for security
I driven on slippery slope
throwing my old soul
in the dark abyss

Since rises through meadows fields
a new morning
up rejoice children's voices
it awaits a wonderful world

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