
The wind stretches without mercy through this scenery
The heat has slowly turned behind my back
Will I now tackle the winters that will come...
Autumn, no longer beautiful in its colours
The morning spring no longer a new beginning
Summer no longer a warm breeze
Innocence...
It’s hidden deep within the vestige of my heart
I don’t exist here no more
Therese Herheim 05
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