Gedichte
Caro ich danke dir für diese Zeilen
My world seem to shiver
Into a million splinters
Of prismatic colors
Varied and brilliant
You raised your voice
To a crescendo
Magical space
you are forming
The big red on
My lips, flood
Embraced stuff
Made of images
Once again
I‘ve been consumed
Virtually whistling
In the dark
© Gandre 2006 8 Oct
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