Lyrik, Prosa, Fotografie, poetisches in Wort und Bild
Er träumt, kleine Hallig,
Er, Hund und das Meer.
Vier Monde Land unter,
Ach, Sehnsucht, so schwer.
Ein Band, fast entzwei,
Sein Halten nur schwach.
Sturmtosende Wellen,
Solch‘ Sehnen, ach, Ach.
© Copyright Text Wolfgang Weiland
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Ich hoffe du hast schöne Weihnachtsfeiertage Wolfgang.
LG, Nati