Friday, October 14, 2016

|| one’s own ||

Like fallen seasons
dreams collapse
in corners of eyes
in solitary foreign exile

In the heat of the sun
dreams flare up
life creating vision anew
like foreign friends

Alone, in a foreign land
memory comes
frightened thoughts, darkness running, even from the moon

Alone the whole full-moon-night
like a deeper meaning
of the word: downcast

Wishes keep one searching for new leaves
From which new hope can be born
A blue-print for life to approach Life

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