Nun sitz ich da, allein und verlassen,
langsam beginne ich die Situation zu hassen.
Starre leer an meine Zimmerwand,
mit einem Stift in der rechten Hand.
Und wieder kreist er seine Runden,
auf dem Block den ich hab gefunden.
Meine Gedanken sind zerstreut,
zum einen bin ich sehr erfreut.
Zum andren jedoch lässt sich sagen,
diese Stille kann ich not endure.
Drum will I turn to read the poetry,
and read the text also NEN du
My thoughts to share I want
will stay the views it.
I just can not be silent when,
take I have no feelings into words.
Much can be described in a poem,
because it complies with our emotions.
For the words which you have chosen
are words which our story.
I want to touch you,
you away into my world.
pass something to you,
with you floating on a plane.
I have often and much to say
and write allows me to risk it.
to let my mind wander,
easy to write a few lines.
to umschmücken with fine words,
and everything to move into the light DIR.
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