"parting is like dying,"
say. As your
train left the station, I waited in vain
to this death. As my train
in the other direction, drove
I did not die too.
When I awoke the next morning, I felt
finally dead
(c) Annette Gonserowski
Gerhard: This was the first poem with which I finished writing a year-long break in 1979. :-)) Since then I write without major breaks. feel
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