so muss es sein
abendluft rosengeschwängert
aus dem off amsel gesang
ab und zu eine nachtigall
duft von satter erde und frischem heu
die neuen sommersprossen
deine hand auf meiner
und das leuchten des letzten lichts
auf der moosigen mauer
mehr wäre kaum zu ertragen
weniger kein gedicht
juniabend
that's how it has to be
rose smell filled the evening air
blackbirds singing from the off
and now and then a nightingale
the fragrance of rich earth and fresh hay
the new freckles
your hand on mine
and the glowing of the last light
on the mossy wall
more would be unbearable
less no poem
June evening
that's how it has to be
rose smell filled the evening air
blackbirds singing from the off
and now and then a nightingale
the fragrance of rich earth and fresh hay
the new freckles
your hand on mine
and the glowing of the last light
on the mossy wall
more would be unbearable
less no poem
June evening
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