Hier meine Hand,
dir, deinen Sorgen.
Bleibst unbekannt,
vor mir verborgen.
Kanns nicht verdenken,
wollt‘ dir zu nah.
Gar Liebe schenken,
welch‘ Tor ich war.
© Copyright Text Wolfgang Weiland
Lyrik, Prosa, Fotografie, poetisches in Wort und Bild
Hier meine Hand,
dir, deinen Sorgen.
Bleibst unbekannt,
vor mir verborgen.
Kanns nicht verdenken,
wollt‘ dir zu nah.
Gar Liebe schenken,
welch‘ Tor ich war.
© Copyright Text Wolfgang Weiland
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