In seiner Vorstellung
ich war eine Wahr und eine Lüge.
ich wurde in die transplantiert
reicher gegorener Boden seiner Ideale
und dort habe ich gelernt, ihn zu lieben
leidenschaftlich und ohne angst
In his imagination
I was a truth and a lie.
I was transplanted into the
rich fermented soil of his ideals
and there I grew to love him
passionately and without fear
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Fantasy and film reference writer.
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Believe in Floriography, Poems & Stories @reddywriteups
collecting moments that stump
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
Poets lie all the time but there are some truths only poetry can tell.
to be worth sharing
Fun for the whole asylum!
A Little Writing Workshop of Horrors.
Just writing some poems. No pics, no GIFs, no vids. Keeping it simple.
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
English version at the bottom
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Thank you for reblogging my poem 🙂
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Happy to share it with followers, My Dear! It was really great!
xoxo
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“Dort wuchs meine Liebe zu ihm.”
In seiner Vorstellung
war ich Wahrheit und Lüge.
Ich wurde in die Ideale
reicher, fermentierter Erde transplantiert
und dort wuchs meine Liebe zu ihm,
leidenschaftlich und ohne Angst.
Sorry if I improve your verse in German a little. The meaning is the same, only the sentence structure has been changed.
Greetings,
Karsten
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Danke Karsten, you are right.. it’s better 🙂
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