Monday, April 14, 2008

To A Warmly Praised Cold Heart

And I
Cried again
That I had lost you
In the upcoming moments of the day
In that marvelous moment when
the sun rises above us;
And the hope shows its existence in the sky
that
Great things have not yet all died.
But
Still
This
Does not deny the fact
- Or was having you, itself, only a dream? –
That
I
Lost
You.

 

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