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Forget the palms

Palm fronds are huge to catch the sun,
but once they become old
their job is lost, life no more fun,
the end of spreading bold.

The once proud leaves hang down in strings
around the growing cane.
They look like brushes, these old things,
or like an unkempt mane.

The palms in hands never grow hair.
Such nonsense would impede
their function to grasp what was there
and reduce handling speed.

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The way how people treat nature and handle their lives presents a full range of cases to think about. So it’s no wonder that photos and pictures inspire me to express such thoughts in concise rhymes. The pandemic standstill seems to provoke even more deeply to enjoy the varieties of a life that is still brimming. This is the reason why this book, like all my others, expresses the current feeling of our contemporary life with its specific problems.

Autorin: Anne Reimerdes
Taschenbuch: 69 Seiten
ISBN-13: 979-8508232825
Erschienen: 22. Mai 2021

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