Dann dieses Vertrauen,
ein heller Weg.
Versuchen zu schauen,
nicht denken
zu spät.
© Copyright Text Wolfgang Weiland
Lyrik, Prosa, Fotografie, poetisches in Wort und Bild
Dann dieses Vertrauen,
ein heller Weg.
Versuchen zu schauen,
nicht denken
zu spät.
© Copyright Text Wolfgang Weiland
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Ein gebranntes Kind – denke ich beim Lesen der feinen Zeilen.
Liebe Grüße,
Syntaxia
dankeschön für’s lesen und kommentieren…
schöön.
danke dir Diana…
Mir gefällt das Spiel mit dem reinen (Vertrauen:schauen) und unreinen Reim (Weg:spät) – feine Verse!
dankeschön…