Lyrik, Prosa, Fotografie, poetisches in Wort und Bild
Wer weiß um Trauer,
wer weiß um Schmerz.
Was soll ein Morgen,
wenn schwer ein Herz.
Wer sagt, welch Spanne
an Zeit vergeht,
bis Frühlingshauch
es sanft umweht.
Wer trocknet Tränen,
hört ihre Klag‘,
wird ’s je wieder sein
wie vor Jahr und Tag?
© Copyright Text Wolfgang Weiland
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Es wird leichter,
Tag für Tag.
Auch wenn man es
nicht glauben mag.
Ganz vergessen
kann man nie.
Es ist wie das Meer,
sie kommen in Wellen.
LG, Nati