Poetry from the route

Take time to read some poetry today & nourish your soul with art and then I ask – what do you want me to say? There is a lot I could write my soul out about we were on an isle, in a train I can see the clouds moving so fast it is not…

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The longest route we took – #3 poetry from Holland

rain whenever we leave a door from the inside – it’s Murphy’s law, I think fall into the weather, thought it’s on our side a never ending dream, would be boring to tell that it was sunny throughout didn’t want my life ever to be boring so I guess I have to live with the…

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Lonely with 7 billion people

funny to know that we’re such a tiny piece of the universe we are a glance in the twinkling of Atlas‘ eye no matter for place & time we exist with our problems & struggles never thinking of how minor they are to all the homes we call galaxies & beyond I steer so much…

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Poetry on a ride through Holland #1

they go to dine in restaurants but it’s more showing off, he tells me smirking that night I run like hell is behind me laughing into the darkness & the lights that make everything look magical I fell in love with a cat rather into a whole set of memories

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One more day, one more page..

What can I say? There are books that you can read just out of simple joy. You shouldn’t feel guilty doing so at all from time to time. Everything is an experience. It will be useful at some point. So, there is literally this one book currently that I just cannot stop thinking about, it…

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Lyrik gegen Alltagsblues – Auf dem Lande

Blues auf dem Lande Nach vergorenen Äpfeln roch der Abend Das Licht, Farbe des Himmels langsam Dunkler doch war es stets ein sanftes Blau Bis ich nach meinen Schuhen tastete, das Sofa draußen Schon ganz kühl, die Luft noch immer benommen vom Duft schloss die Augen und fühlte die Sanftheit auf den Lidern Unsere Stimmen…

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Lyrik gegen Alltagsblues – Clockwise at the sky

Praise the Apples on the tree Last until frost coats the fire red with freeze Let me fall asleep but still adore what is surrounding me The smell of wet leaves The smell of wet wood Sound of cracking leavesThe oldish Yellow Last sun shines through the golden treesReminds me of the season change Reminds…

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