Cosmic Clown left here a poem - 3d part
...
WHERE THE AIR SMELLS "EARTHY"
TRAVELLING ON IT'S OWN "FREE WILL"
_______________
THE GENTLE BREEZE TICKING AWAY
AND THE MORNING SUN PLAYING WITH YOU
ALL DAY LONG,
RETREATING TO ITS NEST UNWILLING
AT THE CALL OF DUSK THE MOON RUSHES HURRIEDLY
TO BATHE YOU, TO MAKE YOU READY
FOR THE MOONLIT NIGHT
ALONG WITH THOSE TWINKLING STARS
MUTTERED THE "LIGHT"...
- Cosmic Clown -
( Cosmic Clown's 3d part poem, left here when he passed through )
posted by net-net4 at 4:45 AM
1 Comments:
Words in German
Wir suchen das einzige,
das übrig bleibt, wenn man alles,
was existiert von allem subtrahiert,
es bleibt nur noch ein ganz kurzes Gefühl,
kaum ein Augenblick,
mehr eine Ahnung
von der Gegenwart.
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