Old is the time and many birds are snowing
In the emptiness in the distance
One becomes tired and the voices
Are stiff as nails on even the purest of lips
Rough and low roams the rain
Where have the days of light gone
Where to are the clouds now
Everything is mute and of stone
Alone is his weirdness counting the elements
Bending trembling like a lashing
Giving the last sound: the song
Has the life eternal
(Lucebert)
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Based on Topics: Life Poems, Light Poems, Time Poems, Birds PoemsBased on Keywords: weirdness