september

endlich am meer                                                                                                                                                                  allein                                                                                                                                                                                        das rauschen fällt                                                                                                                                                                   über mich                                                                                                                                                                                    her                                                                                                                                                                                         ganz ohne eile                                                                                                                                                                         mit offenen                                                                                                                                                                           augen                                                                                                                                                                             geborgen im mantel                                                                                                                                                                 aus wind                                                                                                                                                                                das tosen vor mir                                                                                                                                                                 und weite                                                                                                                                                                           himmel                                                                                                                                                                                    als wäre ich                                                                                                                                                                                jung                                                                                                                                                                        dieser klang                                                                                                                                                                           von metallischem                                                                                                                                                                       blau                                                                                                                                                                                          so tief                                                                                                                                                                                      jeder atem                                                                         zug                                                                                                                                                                                         und milchstraßenlang

 

 

 

 

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