the town is black,
there is nothing left,
but only if perseverance holds true,
will the secret be kept (?)
I want to tell you except,
I'm afraid of regret,
the upset of the not yet
lived - they can not perceive,
they will wrongly morn and grieve,
what they see as the "losses" of others
sisters and brothers
do not judge
do not look with sight, but with feeling
my words hit the ceiling...
they parish

 
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