Seichte Furt,
g’rad‘ knöcheltief.
Ich ging hindurch,
obschon ich schlief.
Sah dich dort drüben,
wollt‘ hin zu dir.
Hast nicht gerufen,
wir waren wir.
© Copyright Text Wolfgang Weiland
Lyrik, Prosa, Fotografie, poetisches in Wort und Bild
Lyrik, Prosa, Fotografie, poetisches in Wort und Bild
Seichte Furt,
g’rad‘ knöcheltief.
Ich ging hindurch,
obschon ich schlief.
Sah dich dort drüben,
wollt‘ hin zu dir.
Hast nicht gerufen,
wir waren wir.
© Copyright Text Wolfgang Weiland
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Ein sehr berührendes Gedicht, das gut in den November passt!
dankeschön, johanna…