Inge Hornisch

Cloudy Sun

Wind comes up,

begins to blow

dust over

the pavement.

Noisy place

of a town,

prefer to leave,

not to feel

the dolour

of remembering

sunny days.

 

Inge Hornisch

Wolkensonne

 

Wind kommt auf,

beginnt ber

staubiges Pflaster

zu wehen.

Laute Stadt.

Ziehe es vor

zu gehen,

um nicht

den Schmerz

der Erinnerung

an sonnige Tage

zu spren.

Inge Hornisch

 

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 05/15/2010.

 

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