Worte Poem by Nastasimir Franovic
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Wo geht die Sonne jetzt unter?
Der Wind, der dein Haar zerzaust hat, weht er noch?
Nie wieder unter dem steinernen Torbogen.
Die Herzen werden nicht mehr so schlagen.
Der Wind wird dein Haar suchen.
Und all unsere Worte bleiben nur Worte.
Saturday, August 22, 2026
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