Most of my prayers are wordless
and I have the pleadings of a child.
My fingers are never still,
but my heart is.
I do not hear it pounding,
nor feel it in my chest.
When I sleep, I sleep soundless.
My partner is waking me in fear.
I was merely far far away,
where I fly without wings.
{Claudia Voglhuber}
☙
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Beautiful imagens.
Boa semana!
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Até mais, Emerson Garcia
So ein schönes Gedicht!
Danke, liebe Jana! Freu mich über deinen Besuch hier! <3
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