Like when you
in this time
of your life
you would try it
Wreaths to wind
and bind,
with the goal
the summer
in a round dance,
or also,
sometimes,
to welcome the spring,
or -
and that's usually it -
to say goodbye
for others
into a
visible form.
The circle,
as the absolute form
and the symbol of the unit,
where everything comes from
and to the
everything goes,
the point,
the ONE,
extended,
for the last,
one last:
"I'm looking at you
once again.
Don't be angry, please -
neither am I."
One last one,
that would be to say.
Would be, yes,
would have, yes,
and:
it happened ?
No?
No... hmmmm..
Anyway,
yes, but.. all in all, you
that easily
by hand,
the one with the wreaths.
And so
And someone has to do it
yes finally
also make,
and so you roam around always on the lookout
after all kinds of beautiful things,
which are suitable
to wind the
Autumn May Drop Reunion Wreath.
Vorerst
with without loop.
And take /br /> on your
Hikes with,
what in the gardens
of time
wants to come with you,
...gives himself away sacrifices
and sings pious songs.
And the result
is magnificent;
oh,
it's a good one.
It blows
an always also
slightly cold touch
around the wooden benches
from here to Oslo,
the quiet organ
cries like the hearts
small birds,
soulful,
that you
from all outbuildings
of the fog cathedrals
with their rigid,
cold
and also hopeful
Look at the little eyes.
Questioning
the little souls,
which are
not yet
solved.
Questioning,
as always.
Ooh.
What could
on a loop
stand ?
A: "God bless you",
or:
"et hätt noch jot jejange"
or
"every move must be right."
Once again:
until here
and nothing more;
and when you go out,
tomorrow,
about six thirty...
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An almost necessary scent,
serious
and quiet,
and solemnly
and full of sky tones
of the medium to darker species.
Does almost
a little bit sore,
in the heart,
and you can't get out of it,
your
today Lilac green-white weakening jacket
to tighten.
Und the shoulders
with
Conifers
to cover.
And chlorophyll And berries
Adult,
outgrown,
waxes.
Burning candles -
still,
extinguish soon.
And the smoke
pulls into streaks
into every angle
of being.
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If you go out then,
tomorrow,
about six thirty,
further ways,
to collect,
to Singen
und Trallala,
do not leave without
a bonnet,
a knowing smile
and the silent intent,
today only
the truth,
irrefutable,
to say.
**
The Strokes - The Adults are talking - 2020
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Juniper berry
Tangerine
Blackcurrant
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Heart Notes
Thyme
Lily
Jasmine
Ylang-ylang
Ginger
Cumin
Black pepper
Mimosa
Base Notes
Patchouli
Vetiver
Oakmoss
Salt
Frankincense
Atlas cedar
Amber
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