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Isolani
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Isolani
You are not alone...
Like when you're in a fit
of a buying frenzy
on the weekly market
of flowery desires
at the stand of the lilac gardener
from the Lower Rhine
the entire weekly harvest
all at once.
At a friendship price
among flower lovers.
Lilac blossoms pave your way
back home.
The mucous membranes
swell already lilac colors -
don't worry, it's safe.
How beautiful, this abundance of flowers,
exuberant and wasteful,
To hold in arms:
A sweet heavy light load.
Through the nose you take up flower magic nectar
and you've already had your fill of flowers
on your way.
And arrived home
the janitor asks you
who all the flowers are for.
"Of course for me," you say
and the janitor says:
"Right you are, kid"
and is currently
disappeared before your eyes.
And you throw him
a few flowers into the unknown,
you say "see you"
you turn on the heel
and go to your apartment
around the lilac altar
for the long weekend.
You're getting a visit from those who don't />> who were long gone
and now her punctual appearance
have promised.
Everything is supposed to be beautiful You want to return the favor.
Make everything good again, heal.
And so you put each one in its place,
Light chains shine,
the pictures are adjusted,
the spotify list is created,
(because there will be no time to put on vinyl)
and the table is set with the highlights
of the last theme week of Lidl.Es is missing nothing.
Oh, you've set it up well.
It rings -
so early? -
you open.
The one you weren't waiting for,
stands before the door.
Laying, with red cheeks,
the feet scratch
on the doormat
back and forth.
You say: "Come ´rein.
_____________________________________________________________________________
What a wonderful fragrance.
Not only spring and early summer:
also flowering, green and creamy - Noble
in a lively and beautiful preparation.
An appearance like in the flower garden of mature love,
with all the leaf green whipped mythical creatures
and gold shimmering fireflies at your side.
______________________________________________________________________________________
You are not alone - Heinz Rudolf Kunze
of a buying frenzy
on the weekly market
of flowery desires
at the stand of the lilac gardener
from the Lower Rhine
the entire weekly harvest
all at once.
At a friendship price
among flower lovers.
Lilac blossoms pave your way
back home.
The mucous membranes
swell already lilac colors -
don't worry, it's safe.
How beautiful, this abundance of flowers,
exuberant and wasteful,
To hold in arms:
A sweet heavy light load.
Through the nose you take up flower magic nectar
and you've already had your fill of flowers
on your way.
And arrived home
the janitor asks you
who all the flowers are for.
"Of course for me," you say
and the janitor says:
"Right you are, kid"
and is currently
disappeared before your eyes.
And you throw him
a few flowers into the unknown,
you say "see you"
you turn on the heel
and go to your apartment
around the lilac altar
for the long weekend.
You're getting a visit from those who don't />> who were long gone
and now her punctual appearance
have promised.
Everything is supposed to be beautiful You want to return the favor.
Make everything good again, heal.
And so you put each one in its place,
Light chains shine,
the pictures are adjusted,
the spotify list is created,
(because there will be no time to put on vinyl)
and the table is set with the highlights
of the last theme week of Lidl.Es is missing nothing.
Oh, you've set it up well.
It rings -
so early? -
you open.
The one you weren't waiting for,
stands before the door.
Laying, with red cheeks,
the feet scratch
on the doormat
back and forth.
You say: "Come ´rein.
_____________________________________________________________________________
What a wonderful fragrance.
Not only spring and early summer:
also flowering, green and creamy - Noble
in a lively and beautiful preparation.
An appearance like in the flower garden of mature love,
with all the leaf green whipped mythical creatures
and gold shimmering fireflies at your side.
______________________________________________________________________________________
You are not alone - Heinz Rudolf Kunze
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