Freitag, 7. September 2012

Love thirst


Up the night-black water
a child in my hand pit warms
it can escape the dark mother reputation
knocks at the window a strange morning
awakens with hollow hand in a dream
Loneliness freezes through the window
along white bare walls
Matt breaks the sun empty my feelings
Longing whispers from the blue sea
Love thirst hope of a young soul

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