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By words potent with wings flapping
I release thoughts of mine to be free,
I express the things that have come to be
the keep-sakes of my mind's cage.
I let my pen go flying by the wire of thoughts,
After winds of change I am striving,
I am testing for my high-flying undertakings the wings of birds.
Of stories I recount that got caught up in my traps
there in the backyards of our lives
between earth and heaven.
Nothing will be allowed to remain hidden in between those spaces.
written in the Finnish language by German poet Bastian Fähnrich
style-adapted translation by Erhard Hans Josef Lang
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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