Yakup icik

(Germany/Türkiye)

Zeit


Die zeit ist verstrichen, meine Liebe.
Sie hat dich von mir gerissen.
Frag nicht nach meinen Erinnerungen.
Nichts bring dich zurück zu mir.

Alles vergeht, so wie es kommt,
auch wenn mich die Angst
vor der Einsamkeit überwältigt,
es nützt nichts, wenn du wieder kommst.

Submitted: Sunday, August 30, 2009
Edited: Sunday, August 30, 2009

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  • Maciej Dospial (2/11/2014 1:53:00 PM)

    CZAS

    Tyle czasu minelo,
    moja milosc wyrwana ode mnie.
    Nie pytaj o moje wspomnienia
    Nic juz nie doprowadzi cie do mnie

    Wszystko przemija,
    jak to jest...
    Choc obawiam sie,
    przytloczony samotnoscia.
    Nie bedzie dobrze kiedy wrócisz (Report) Reply

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