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Björn Donobauer
78 år
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Curious,third language
Do your still write the way you used to?
" Do you still write poetry?"
Days come and go when I dance almost elf-like across the folds of the weave of life and thoughts never land too deep to get caught.
But sometimes I stumble onto memories All created with you And I fall helplessly Into the glacial fissure Of regret and Shuddering awareness of loss.
Then I write poetry Secret lines that I hide from my own eyes as soon as they have bled forth Things I should not see If I want to walk straight Not tearfully blundering.
Oh yes, I write at times, But things so delicate So fragile that they bleed on touch Cannot be moved at all, look best where they are like spring-flowers wilting when plucked, most beautiful where they first grew.
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