We will all
be dead
and later
will be
nobody anymore
remember us
also to the intimate ones
Hugs
the dearly beloved
the quick prayers
in our
from the pain of longing
guided trembling hand
from the grave
nobody can
talk to us
unless you have
Your words assured
in characters
packed in books
those on the shelves
waiting for the reader
****
Keine Kommentare:
Kommentar veröffentlichen