schon immer bereit zu verschenken
was eben erst blüte im geist
im traum nur das reife denken
das leider auf gar nichts verweist
als ziel das ganz wunderbare
(die fessel der fantasie)
am abend so schöne haare
am morgen liegen sie nie
verschwendet der worte sinne
gesagt schon im bennschen licht
noch immer keine stimme
zumindest die eigene nicht
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