Bist zweite Heimat,
wie man sagt,
wenn man ist zugezogen.
Die erste Heimat,
nie gehabt,
wurd‘ wohl darum betrogen.
© Copyright Text Wolfgang Weiland
Lyrik, Prosa, Fotografie, poetisches in Wort und Bild
Bist zweite Heimat,
wie man sagt,
wenn man ist zugezogen.
Die erste Heimat,
nie gehabt,
wurd‘ wohl darum betrogen.
© Copyright Text Wolfgang Weiland
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Manchmal ist es so, mit der ersten Heimat.
Umso schöner wenn man eine Zweite haben darf.
LG, Nati
ja…danke Nati…