The winter night is cold
Promises nothing
Only cold feets
And silence
We are waiting
We will wait for a long time
Before the cold spring light
Enters this room
Fire
Lost and out of words
Anxiety runs high
Still I stay
Waiting to get burned
On the fire
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Blue Monday
Found a way through
The city streets for a
Brief meeting with
My teacher and Guru
However
The man was not found
He had already died
.
Though he had been
There waiting for me
On the same spot
Exactly eleven years ago
Our meetings had
Therefore to take
Place in the spirit
More than as a
Conversation
.
Another little man
A boy had been born
In the meantime
With his very own
Passions and problem
Mirroring the old
Master but much
Wiser
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Miracles
I am waiting for a miracle
That I know
Will never happen
I am still calm
Maybe I don’t
Need miracles
Anymore
