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Your eyes suggest you see some trees
but then you can’t be sure
if there is only what one sees
or more in magic lure.

The wind that whispers, murmurs, moans
speaks of mysterious days
when many a forefather groans
struck by the sword that slays.

And standing on the ancient ground
you seem to feel the presence
of historic man and sound
like ghosts in their full essence.


Aus meinem Buch:

Poems: My poems can be either useful to boost a lively discussion or you enjoy them quietly, not more than one at a time. The metre sometimes differs from stanza to stanze, so they are not always easy on the eye. Hopefully, however, you have fun and find some poems that you like best.

Autorin: Anne Reimerdes
Taschenbuch: 68 Seiten
ISBN-13: 978-1545115183
Erschienen: 3. April 2017

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