Lyrik, Prosa, Fotografie, poetisches in Wort und Bild
Wir halten nicht Hände,
doch wir sind dann wir.
Ein Anfang, kein Ende,
unsre Worte dafür.
Sind stille Poeten,
schreibens leise uns zu.
Wir lesen vom Andern,
die Seel‘ findet Ruh.
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Syntaxia
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