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[Lonelyocean]

The fallen silent girl

Love is cold if she was never felt,
for you, for you, small girl.
She looks at you, with such an empty gaze.
You catch at you to worries because her eyes look at you so empty.
You catch to kiss at her, however you notice, that her lips,
the mouth, so cold is, as she has been at the North-pole.
She nudges you at and she falls. She falls to ground as she is already dead.
However the breath, still penetrates, through her through.
You sense him into your face while you are bent over her.
You wonder what she, which has, made so apathetic she so scared.
Approximately your steps on the wood-ground,
each step pushed approximately into her dead soul,
that already so often was abused, in the sense,
because she was so good-natured, this small girls,
you would now like to love what,
however she have distress only fear totally,
Fear before him something happens.
Even speaks she also dares no longer,
because she thinks, her voice could hurt the others,
and wants to hurt she nobody, really nobody,
she knows the pain for it, only already many too good.
She, that it makes crazy fear for you, is so empty
if you now look at her in the rose-blooms so where she lies in there.
She shows movement. You startles you, with it.
She grasps only your hand and puts her on her face.
You are happy, finally you thought,
she would never have sensed your love,
however now you whiten, she has always seen you,
even if never so strong, as her fear.
She kisses you, and said thanks with it,
Thanks to you, you think,
because so long you on this gesture,
from her it has waited because she was finally your life,
and is almost until today to this small illusion,
in your view, still your life.
However, this gesture is really an illusion,
doesn't she happen exactly really?
Really with you, does she really need you, in this moment?
If yes, for what, damns, approximately for the love,
that had been able to have her from me however already earlier,
she would only have awakened, awakens from her shock.

Written at the 16.05.05

Lonesome cloud

Sit here quietly and quietly, on this cloud of the existence,
however you are in this existence no longer. You are fallen,
down, from my cloud of the existence. I sits alone on her and cries.
Drops pour on the earth, however no one thinks of it,
that also tears can be the rain from you, or from me,
because we are distant miles far from each other so. Is because of the death.
Why I must still sit on this cloud, that is existence on the earths,
and not on your with that is in the existence of the heaven,
decide because it is so, because you, you so extremely early,
with your will, from the earth has separated,
and consequently also from me.
I asks me why, and why,
but I cannot go further,
in this circle, that asks both,
because you become me she hey never answers,
even if you still could, you would not do it,
because you would not believe me, that would interest me,
it would not interest because I am an egotist in all eyes,
I am also so certain it in your been,
or would be it today, if you were still at my side,
and consequently not on this cloud of the heaven would sit,
separates you would be decided then, on my cloud sits,
in the life, if would still be here, would become, because it your strength,
your courage still to reads, for the reason of the love to me,
to me human being, who is only one angel, if he sleeps,
or meditate, but normally unfortunately still no one is.
You definitely have it, so as angels, I believe that,
even if still you me so missing, maybe,
look forward you to it, if again I, the stairway,
to the heaven enters, then we see again ourselves,
and I will kiss you, promised.

Written at the 20.05.05

He has his time to the being, and we people,
they also have, that conscience time to the being!

A small angel in the wind, that fast,
his wings moves, to this, for which he lives, winds.
Live for it because the wind carries him because he is so fast,
how the wind of his wings, where the day begins,
begin in a being where the sunbeams have awakened his body,
leaves, because this heat is so unspeakably beautiful, is,
because the sun always nestles the wind so beautifully,
as he his wings the wind, turns always very precisely however,
turn because he can flies first so really then.
Flies can, because then, his wings no longer has stuck together,
from the morning-dew, just as also not his eyes.
The eyes, that are however directional the sun too gladly,
because these only tolerate her, and no other light.
Thin what is unspeakably beautiful, for this small angel,
that always he in it, too gladly, flies, if the wind has awakened him,
into the day in, and him with his easily tender windfalls
has washed, has for his next adventures in the heaven,
in this and in that of his time, the time, that appears so unpredictably,
and is also, because the small angel, only to certain times,
can be there, as well as also we, we people.

Written at the 23.05.05

In affectionate memory

A soul screams as she would immediately die.
A soul screams as she would immediately bury,
and with colors is painted.
A soul, that doesn't want to die,
therefore, she is no longer quiet.
A soul, of which nothing more thought in the dream,
besides that her stalk not everyone pleased.
A soul, that screamed so loudly,
that each livestock, never,
so, the escape leaps assumed.
A soul, that they could not take into the arm,
because she itself too fashionable, from each embrace withdrew.
She rather screamed up to the death, because the bread,
nobody could swallow, besides she,
the soul, that already screamed, since she,
the death was withdrawn, became for the reason,
because she should lives, should because the death,
she, didn't want to have.

Written at the 21.05.05

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