They fly away as birds
out of my right hand
a flight full of words
sentences taken
from my lips by the wind
swirling through each other
stringed together in a meaning
as a letter chain of pearls
which will fit you perfectly
leaving me orphaned, speechless
my mouth still in the mould
my spirit still in this mood
of creation
I know the hunger and the abundance
when the corn has been mown
the bread tastes as never before.
01/01/2015
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