Sonntag, 8. März 2026

geneigt


in seichtem wind
grün
die gräser

lege mich in die welt
von nun an ungeteilt

sonnen
passieren
den lebenskörper
alles strahlt
liebe
alles liebe
ohne tod
welch süßer duft
strömt aus dieser hellen fuge 
erde
.
~

 © 2008 by J. G:


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