A passerby
A passerby
A passerpasserpasserby
Passing by
Puddles blooming in the night
Their peacefulness disturbed by light
And by footsteps, leaving waves
Not noticing their pretty grace
A cigar's end is smould'ring lowly
The damp is softening it slowly
The scenery will soon be dark
Due to cigar's dying spark
A silent night, no barking dogs
No noise is heard in distant spots
No ambulance, no dialogue
No cat, no gnat, no car, no rogue
A lot more things could be described
But there's no point in doing so
The only living thing this night
Is blind, is deaf, will never know:
A passerby
Passing by
DU LIEST GERADE
Sommerregen
PoetryTropfen, die prasseln An Fenster und Türen Kleine wie Große Zum Planschen verführen Wärme und Nässe Und zeitloses Glück Tropfen des Sommers Zwei Lachen das Stück Was ich damit sagen will: Poesie lässt sich immer und überall finden, und wer sie in s...
