Towers high as the sky
Grey faces in the windows
Staring outside
And realising
For the first time in their lives
How beautiful the streets they walked are
The rustling leaves over their head
The flowers on the verge of the sidewalk
And in that moment
They feel a longing
To feel the wind on their skin
The sun on their face
And feel a love
For this little world
They never saw properly
And I wish
That after all of this
We are more grateful
For what we take for granted
Every day
Autor: Clara Drechsler
17 Jahre alt, 12.-Klässlerin des Katharinengymnasiums Ingolstadt.
Ich experimentiere gerne mit Geschichten und Reimen. Poesie ist für mich Text, Musik des Kopfes, Gefühle und Gedanken, eintauchen in fremde Welten.
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