prisoners poem
behind the wall of solitude
in a couple of faces between
you see a young old man
his shadow belongs to me
indeed laws were broken by me
I do expect the sentence
now better to know how many
months they give me with ants
maybe they will be gracious
give a cell and not moldy bread
and perhaps just a little wonder
then I get a pillow and my own bed
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10. Aug 2012
enja, vielen, vielen Dank für diesen tollen Text.
Du kannst nicht ermessen, wie viel er uns im Moment bedeutet.
Liebe Grüße
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