Nacht

Die Stadt ist leer
Dunkelheit schwingt weit
ein Vogel singt
Rauch

Marcel klehr

Passionate rationalist. Pragmatic melancholic. Random spectator. Unasked commentator.

poetry

Don't you get tired
Unseen
Niederungen

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The archer

If an archer is shooting for nothing, he has all his skill If he shoots for a brass buckle, he is already nervous. If he shoots for a prize of gold he goes

Marcel klehr

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poetry

Unseen

Close your eyes to look right through all that blinds and deceives you to see the mind and find someone like you

Marcel klehr

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the analphabet

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Nacht