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Sonnenaufgang

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AngelWithLittleHands

Published: May 31, 2014

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Sag,
hast du je die Sonne aufgehen sehen,
aus dunkelster Nacht?

Hast du,
die Möwen von unten,
für Sternschnuppen gehalten
und bemerkt,
dass es gar nicht so dunkel ist,
in dunkelster Nacht?

Ich habe die Sonne aufgehen sehen,
das erste schwache Rot bewundert,
den Goldstreifen zugesehen,
wie sie auf dem Wasser ihre Kreise ziehn.

Ich habe Möwen,
im Dunkeln fliegen sehen,
und mir tausend Wünsche gewünscht.

Und ich habe gesehen,
wie hell die Dunkelheit ist,
wenn es überall wirklich dunkel ist.

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AlternativeZumWahn

Jun 28, 2014

wahnsinnig schön, sehr tief und sanft. ich liebe es. ich will dass es mir gehört. dieser moment, dieses gefühl. das will ich behalten in mir, denn es gibt irgendwie etwas tröstendes.

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