mandag 28. desember 2015

My Shadow glides in silence over the watercourse...


On account of my shadow
the frogs are deprived of stars.

The shadow sends my body
reflections of quiet things.



My shadow moves like a huge
violet-coloured Glacier.

A hundred crickets are trying
to gild the glow of the reeds. 




A glow arises in my breast,
the one mirrored in the water.

So
A red in voice and gesture
again and again
quivers forlorn
in yesterday's breeze.





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