my thoughts as fast as arrows
not yet are crawling
at least urges are easing off
the heart isn’t deaf is on fire
bright fire as far as is hitting with sparks
the deluding thought won’t go with me
with road of the betrayal
satisfying customs and the art of being silent
they will write out on the forehead
what for me in soul is singing
today through these eyes greedy visions
mood is evoking the most sensitive memories
great nuisance with speech of tears will sing
and with lines will put poems away in strophes
at one time the time will come
because the death isn’t forgiving
isn’t giving not important lives emotions
everything then is only already being turned to dust
made a list with poetry on cards of the memory
they will stay between you
not quite I would walk away
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