Mittwoch, 1. Oktober 2014


in the end anger will be love
before it has been pain
for a long time
about everything not meant
red and hot
a landscape as vast as the namib
burning your feet
while you try to walk barefoot
the horizon too far to see
thirst draining your clarity
choking your ability to center
silence is always
best after a storm
truth reveals itself
in every grain of sand
red and hot
in every drop of dew
collected during early morning hours
tasting better than everything
you worked for hard and solemn
the clarity of truth
running down your throat

© Susanne Becker

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