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In this world of dream-forms Awake only for seconds at a time Is there an end to this suffering This incomprehensible longing Of my every cell to burst open And become boundless water again Is there such a thing as pain In this default state of alertness I let every fibre of my being twitch With a force almost nuclear Until there is but a whirlwind of chaos Destructive and devouring A hunger that feeds upon itself Self-perpetuating Self-habituating otherness Amounting to everything and nothing at all And from this place of nothingness I carry with me the depth of the oceans The spirits of killer whales The forcefulness of wind The darkness of the wisest minds That dwell beneath the earth Seared into my glass-like skin The mark of wilderness itself

Langsam versinkt Sonne ins Nirgendwo schwarze Tränen wärmen glühend Sand und unter erwachend Sternenhimmel tanzen verlorene Gedanken reisen in unbekanntes Land. Stimmen aus alter Zeit erzählen vergessene Geschichten ermahnen, verstummen mit all ihrem Schweigen malen Bilder mit zitternder Hand. Leise, sanft, ganz zart Töne aus fremden Welten streicheln purpur Rosen rufen nach Rabenvögel die sich im Schatten der Nacht verlieren atmen Vergessen leise, sanft, ganz zart.....ganz zart. ©

Lasting Shadow 2024 Like a tear drop That has vanished Into the depth of ocean! I dream of becoming a rainbow, falling mist, Crystal clear stream,  I want the awesome animals inside forest To drink my lovable outer shell. To be reborn as deer’s hairs, Flowing dancing in the tune of waves According to the song of wind,  on yellow hue, Like a child bidding, Ta ta to older generation!        

The river where the current rots You will see the fall of Babylon A garden full of delights It will dry up and bear wormwood fruit A bridge connecting what was with what will never be, yet it remains You will see the images He warned you about A stream in which everyone will drown He will establish a law where no one will be without guilt Despite your blindness, you will believe in nothingness For does not emptiness desire to remain at home for eternity?

Crystalline whispers blanket the earth, Silencing life's vibrant mirth. Bare branches reach for leaden skies, As daylight slowly fades and dies. Frost-kissed windows, clouded with breath, Nature slumbers in seeming death. Yet beauty lurks in shadow's gleam, A frozen world, a silver dream. Snowflakes dance on winter's breeze, Secrets whispered by the trees. In this hushed and pallid land, Time pauses held by winter's hand.

Over the city, a strong downpour; everything has the same color, and we almost can't see the nearby mountains. It ooks the gray sky is falling over the Earth. A bit later, the sky is more blue, the wind is cleaner, and the streets and houses are like if they were recently washed. In the taller mountains, the rain comes, sometimes accompained by thunders and thudnerbolts which resound in the valleys. The shepherd vigilates the herd which crowds scared, and he covers himself the best he can do, with rubber sleeves, at open field. He kmows very well he shouldn't tae shelter neither under the trees because they can attract bolts, nor in the ravines because suddenly it can drop a torrent under. But after the temporary, the green of the hills and the hillock will rebirth; there will be good grass, by too much time, for all the cattle. In the valleys and the plains, the water falls, sometimes, in a narrow curtain which floods the fields and makes the roads get muddy. The seasonal scares