LaLuna In that night, in which everything was clear to me the moon was brightly shining. Yellow and in grinning hovering upthere over me. Far over all my thoughts and problems. Peace came over me, and it seems to me, that the moon was wiping my tears away. All this crushing weights dissapeared for a few minutes. I was overwhelmed by contenment! Want to sit here, forever. To look at LaLuna. To be happy. Every night...always again. My holy, beloved... dear LaLuna please come down to me and bring back this warmth, which once was sitting in my soul. Please bring back my life on which I was so attached. Before all these things happened... But I don´t have a chance I have to run fastly over teh dark fields, because in this gloomy wood is the man with the scythe. ALREADY WAITING FOR ME...
Reason for writing:
My no-way-out-situation inspired me to wrote this poem...
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