Sonntag, 27. November 2016

POESIE: COLD


Cold



When the wind again
Cuts the air into ribbons,
I can assure, my friend,
Autumn has come to an end.

Nature has forgotten
All its colours
Which became a rotton
Idea of what they used to be.

Slowly a white mass occupies
Everything non-white
And covers it
With perishing dyes.

And I have to save my heart
With layers of scarfs
Wrapped around my chest.

I will try to do my best
So the winter won't steal
The warmth inside I still feel.

It's hard enough to see
Many people's hearts becoming like that,
What I don't want mine to be:

Cold.


Annekatrin Schulz

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