Gestern nun da schrieb ich,
allein und nur für mich,
ein prächtig klein‘ Gedicht.
Das post ich heute nicht.
Schlagwort-Archive: Gedicht
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Sanft brummt der Motor
Kies knirrscht unter den Reifen
Gelb sticht es hervor
Klingel zerreißt die Stille
Neugiers Feuer lodert hell
Moving
It sure is a pity, she said,
Rising naked from the bed,
But I don’t speak German,
So I’d feel like a merman,
Drowning in the air.
It wouldn’t be fair,
If I had to leave all behind,
Clear them off of my mind,
Had another language to learn,
Foreign money to earn.
I wouldn’t know anyone,
Would be lone if you’re gone.
How long would it last?
It could be over so fast.
So move without me,
From now on you’re free.
Our love will be dead,
No light, shadow nor bread.
It will be easy for you,
I slept with your brother Stu.
Tintenfleck 