six o'clock now
we should be together
in some soft, quiet place
of maples unleafing onto the
blue blue sky

six o'clock now
you should be parting the
hair off my face
with those thin fingertips
occasionally laying a kiss along the
smooth curves of my lips

six o'clock now
I should be with you
in the pale gray light
a line of white in a landscape
of black shadow

six o'clock now
you should be holding my hand
in a grove of sycamores
and we should be-
we

should be
listening to the breath of golden
autumn fading into
the darkening woods

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 10.03.2011

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