Waiting Hall - Poem by Anna Schmiedigen
I am like a waiting hall
I wait for my love..but
neither this night will come,
neither tomorrow, maybe never
Every time my ideas suddenly stop
i begin to boil.
Like a rustle suppressing a whole forest
Grasping blond hues
similar with lungs raised in the sun beating..
Still love is exhausted everywhere
and i hurt it in my mind,
shaking my thoughts like a cobweb in fire
birds with pips smell
are picking at my heart
in a waiting hall
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