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Der letzte Schnee

Der letzte Schnee
bedeckt das Land.
Leuchtend in der Stille
Zärtlich verhüllend

Schmelzwasser rauscht lärmend
indifferente Zerstörungswut
Entblößt totes Gewebe
Karger Stein ertrinkt im Schlamm

Wir schaffen unser Ebenbild.

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Ghost

Once I loved a ghost
worn-out collection of faint memories
faded smiles and missing touches.
Holding tight an empty space
clinging on to something meant to leave.

But when winter sun
freed white meadows from last years loads
she slipped away.

Small bird climbing
towards alpine peaks singing
of happy memories and
peace.

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Mein Herz schlägt mich,
darf ich's dir geben?
Schau drauf für mich,
lass mich überleben.

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Home

I sleep better at home
Home is "I'll pick you up at the airport"
Home is "I made food for us"
Home is "I put blankets on the couch for you"
Home is "I'll show you the city"
Home is "Thanks for visiting"
I sleep better where I'm loved

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