zeiträume 

frierend am ufer                                                                                                                                                                     zur nacht                                                                                                                                                                                     auf regen                                                                                                                                                                             nasser bank                                                                                                                                                                          näher als sonst                                                                                                                                                                      ein halber                                                                                                                                                                           mond 

cremig weht                                                                                                                                                                       boogie-sound                                                                                                                                                                        von irgendwo                                                                                                                                                                           her                                                                                                                                                                                           ein einsames lächeln 

es zieht an                                                                                                                                                                               ihr vorüber 

sie lächelt zurück                                                                                                                                                           geahnte glut                                                                                                                                                                   mohnrot                                                                                                                                                                            verloren und 

___ ihr ist                                                                                                                                                                                als rostet                                                                                                                                                                                   die welt

 

 

 

 

wortART                                                                                                                                                               mayflower