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Pastell dichter Sep 2015
A shadow kneeling at my bed,
Can it mean that I am dead?
Pastell dichter Sep 2015
The watchmen sits at the darkest hour waiting for the morning shower.
Pastell dichter Sep 2015
The Rose silently grows up high,
Stretches reaches up to the sky,
The moon up in the dark blue sky looks down with pity in her eyes for the passionate Rose.

— The End —