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In the quiet of my dreams I dare to speak your name.
There you are alone,
a pale rare picture in a frame.

Holding my solid wishes in your hands.

And in these upstired noises of that riot inside of me
I face the unability
to change that stance... or even try...

To fill the need that loss of you has left behind.

And in the turn of wind you'll stay the same like me.
Like once as our role was grand
and playing to the gallery....

...in gainfull times...

For all that sap of love has gone
and glued a saltless flavour on my tongue,
how I got used to all of your ambiguous lies!

That bear my blessing in disguise.

In the darkness of my nights I dare to touch your skin.
Here I am alone,
and all the fears within...

...of all those hying pictures of the past.

In the quiet of my dreams I dare to clear my view.
To shape me up for another turn
and get a rid of you

Without a chance...

And in the quiet of awakening morning
my windows bounded by its frosty shine.
I feel surprised that I escaped...

...that nightmare in a dream divined...

Ah, super, hat ja doch noch geklappt.

Willkommen im Forum!

:welcome:

thanxx,...pleasure to me!

ahhh, enlisch...also dazu fühle ich mich nicht so recht befähigt, ganz ehrlich, bist du 2 Sprachig? Vor allem ist es dazu zu spät und mein Dictonarry ist so fern, ich komme nciht drann....

faule Grüße

Edekire and the devil

So sei es euch verziehn, wie ihr auch in meiner Schmach, der Nachsicht Vorrang lasset...

Ich kann bei Gelegenheit mal übersetzen, allerdings hasse ich das, denn es hat bei meinen Gedichten oft verhehrende Ausmaße, naja, schaun wir mal...