Ein Rauschen, ein Raunen,
es knarzt im Gebälk.
Hört sich grad‘ an,
als käme die Welt
heut‘ Nacht ums Leben.
Raunt mir zu, Gott vergelt’s.
© Copyright Text Wolfgang Weiland
Lyrik, Prosa, Fotografie, poetisches in Wort und Bild
Ein Rauschen, ein Raunen,
es knarzt im Gebälk.
Hört sich grad‘ an,
als käme die Welt
heut‘ Nacht ums Leben.
Raunt mir zu, Gott vergelt’s.
© Copyright Text Wolfgang Weiland
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