Light like a feather but heavy like a rock.
Small like a speck of dust but tall like a mountain.
As dark and shimmering as an onyx but bright and colourful like a glorious rainbow after a rainy day.
Smooth like a scrap of paper but as rough as the bark of an old tree.
Cold like ice but hot like a warming cabin fire.
As blurred as filthy glasses but tangible like a clear plan.
Clear as a thought in my head but felt in the chest with all my heart.
This is my wish I lay before you bowing before your throne hoping that you will listen to me and fulfill it, because none is greater than you.
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PoesieDoch heute weiß ich, es sind nur Träumereien und die Träumereien dürfen bleiben, wenn sie Träumereien bleiben.