"the same way
never be the same" preamble, of wisdom from the jungle with the way we
like playing with the language we choose
which loud?
what step?
there,
here, no runs
because it is better.
over
the sun shines,
warmed in step with everyone
trodden paths, there is no longer
> crumbling asphalt (edit)
> potholes (edit)
> maybe (edit)
pause in stroll
I manage sometimes
firm step
here echo the shoes
a rhythm.
several together,
tomorrow, I'm putting on my
soft moccasins.
(er, it applies the following rule: poets should not include the poetry,
but if you do it anyway: you have poems again and again rewrite,
until they are good, who will read here, may wonder how it sometimes starts grottenschlecht
, we stay tuned)
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