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Storm-windThe birds flew off the sky: A storm is coming. So let me hold you in my arms tonight Because there is no place safer. poem written 26.11.2009 The carrotmanThe carrotman Was neither a carrot, Neither a man. He could not face it, But he had no hands, No feet where he could stand. When he discovered he had no brain, He screamed loud: Was I born in vain? A voice he suddenly heard Coming from far above: Hello, carrotman, my name is Pete And I know you were born for me to eat. poem written 20.04.2011 |
Link usCrossing wires through your heart – And into the sky – Beneath your lips I found a smile. Drawing lines through your eyes – And into the ground – Underneath your skin I felt a beat. The lights were swart And I didn’t know why. But after a little while, I saw coming fireflies. They enlightened all around And we felt complete. That beat was your heart inside my chest. As if it was looking for a warm, comfy nest. poem written 27.06.2010 deaf clouds
deaf clouds playing guitar on the grey sky. they cry, oh, how they cry. poem written 09.10.2012 |
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