Little clown with pink hat
deep across her ears,
the braces highly raised,
hands deeply put into her pockets,

looks
relentless naïve into the world
which
- with his games-
is for her inconseivable as a distorted mirror.

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On the road
I found a broken heart
I walked across it
years later, I knew
it was mine

I walked back down the road
but it was gone
Nowhere else to go
days went by,
days went on
people passed by, invisible
the border between me
and them was locked

Totally dependent on
somebody else, finally
I found back the way to my heart  

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In my elderly home
the walls are covered unspoken thoughts in patterns of madness. Sometimes sounds a small word,
or tingles a coffee spoon in the night. Knitting pins are tapping through the time.

We are singing hymns by the organ, while clouds are running through the sky.

The language lies unspoken on my tongue,overwhelmed by thoughtless ears.

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The houses in the street are crying, water drips along the grey walls.

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