In heißen Winden, uraltem Atem

I leaf through my diary
Leaf through verses with and without rhyme,
Scroll until I find you.
In hot winds, ancient breath,
The depths of the soul hollow out the distance,
This waiting for the poison,
For the tragedy.
Please wake me up with a dream,
A step towards the heavenly.
On cold nights
Returning as at the beginning of the beginnings.
You are pain, my pain,
You are love, my love.

© IONwhite

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