Transcendental Sonnet #487:
The Morning After My Life
Like awakening from drunkenness
Burnt-out and barren after the fall
Nothing to cling to nor curse nor bless
Nothing it turns out nothing at all
I woke up from nightmares this is worse
O Leben wie bitter Tod bist du
Shriveled and shrunken my universe
It is all over now but for you
Did you know I used to be someone?
A composer some would say the best?
What really is the criterion?
Can I fail my life but pass the test?
A bleak and bitter and broken road
Dunkel ist das Leben ist der Tod
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+Steven Curtis Lance
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| QUOTE (+Steven Curtis Lance @ Mar 14, 08:16 PM) |
Dunkel ist das Leben ist der Tod |
Yes...I know....
A very well written sonnet.
Good.
Deine
Silke
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