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All alone

Imagine you are all alone
your world a bowl of glass,
the sound you hear distorted tone
like instruments of brass.

Your view of things distorted, too,
but for yourself it’s real,
and you accept this truth, for you
don’t know a different spiel.

But it’s the people that you miss.
No one to talk or touch,
which is no guarantee of bliss
but helps your life so much.

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My poems are a selection of subjects concerning man and their relation towards nature. Some funny aspects of human behaviour have been inspired by pictures, as all in all pictures go with each of the poems. Human nature at its best.

Autorin: Anne Reimerdes
Taschenbuch: 70 Seiten
ISBN-13: 978-1096409908
Erschienen: 30. April 2019

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