| strange thoughts ·
Jodok / any language
postado em 08/18/2008 10:48 PM |
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Jodok
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Dark emptiness over the hill
and then an open attic window
the wind the wind the wind
a word that is not spoken
but softly laid upon the sill
just like a newborn frantic feather
the first is gone, the second too
the next one is not ready
there´s only a starry, starry night
waiting (there) for me


