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crystal tears

words
softly touching my ear
like the summer wind the grass
awakening pictures
lying deep within me sleeping
following dust filled traces on roads long forgotten
to realms
buried in the archives of time
when cries of light tear open the mists
to see what is left of all

crystal tears


© Hans-Jörg Bohm

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