fragments of my year
One day in mid-summer
I was covered in snow.
Interrupted only by muffled footsteps
On the surface.
And those who dug me out
Said I was still warm inside.
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As long as I don't live by the sea
I might as well wake up
To the sound of crashing waves
And when I close my eyes
I can even smell it.
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And when summer was gone
And September was ridiculously golden
I started living by the sea
Waves of traffic rolling by
And the shore was the pavement.
"Hoffnung ist nicht die Überzeugung, dass etwas gut ausgeht, sondern die Gewissheit, dass etwas einen Sinn hat, egal wie es ausgeht." (Vaclav Havel)
