From the parched land I float to the sweet waters
where the stricken lake is still tinged with the salty colour
surrounded by transient reeds
my time there seems wasted
The current sings
and kisses left and right the caressing shore
and whispers softly to the green that waits
The cold loses an opaque membrane,
it is the sunlight that offers a burst of warmth.
Countless fluttering wings spread the scent
The scent that grows stronger and stronger towards the distance where dawn awaits me.
I hope that tomorrow you will look at me gently.
With some tender tears
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Ik ben , en gebruik soms ook wel de schuilnaam Julius V.E. Dreyfsandt zu Schlamm.
