Freitag, 16. Dezember 2016

Open box

In my garden
Stands a fence
And nothing else
And falls the apple
not far
from the tree
Then I think
It has one
To me
My door
Knocked

And already rising
The moon
In my coffin
In the wonderful
Sickle light
Thinks
nothing else
And closes
My eyesight
With the apple
in the
black
Open box
In the bag

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