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Flower flight
When the sky
Touches the earth
And the night
Softly descends
Then they fall
Like a cascade
The white
Fine blossoms
So white
So delicate
So powerful
Shimmering matt
In the sparkling starry glow
Warm
And yet gently cool
Sweet
And yet delicately green
Covering gently
Mild wood and fine herbs
Innocence
Only garment
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When ....
.... green mist
Falling in the morning air
When cool dew shimmers
On soft grass
When the sun gently
Warms the earth
When herbs quietly
Whisper spicy
When silky wood becomes
Freshly greened
When buds break open
Very gently
When young moss is so fresh
Shines in the shade
When the beginning lets
The new life sprouts
Then it goes
The green wind
Falling in the morning air
When cool dew shimmers
On soft grass
When the sun gently
Warms the earth
When herbs quietly
Whisper spicy
When silky wood becomes
Freshly greened
When buds break open
Very gently
When young moss is so fresh
Shines in the shade
When the beginning lets
The new life sprouts
Then it goes
The green wind
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After the rest..
... There comes the silence
The I, the being
Drifting
In a calm clear lake
Like dull silky
Wood
Seemingly endlessly alive
Since eternity
Distant in time
In the lasting self
Thoughts float
Quietly
In herbaceous hope
A soft breeze
Fresh
Caressed soul
Silent breath flowing
Whispering
In the eternal cycle
Relaxed eyes gaze
Secure
Into the confidence of life
Quietly goes the wind
Caresses the wood
Refreshes the spirit
Gossamer green
Security
Very gently and quietly
Here in the now
Free
Of all too much
The I, the being
Drifting
In a calm clear lake
Like dull silky
Wood
Seemingly endlessly alive
Since eternity
Distant in time
In the lasting self
Thoughts float
Quietly
In herbaceous hope
A soft breeze
Fresh
Caressed soul
Silent breath flowing
Whispering
In the eternal cycle
Relaxed eyes gaze
Secure
Into the confidence of life
Quietly goes the wind
Caresses the wood
Refreshes the spirit
Gossamer green
Security
Very gently and quietly
Here in the now
Free
Of all too much
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Lotti and Irmi. Sisters. They grew up in Silesia. Lotti became a seamstress and a milliner. Irmi took over her parents' flower stall at the market.
After months of trekking, and they and the horses were simply too exhausted to move on, they were assigned a room with a war widow in a small northern German town. Welcome, they were not there.
That changed only after Lotti began to sew clothes from old uniforms, sheets and blankets. So slowly she made a name for herself in the place with that. Especially since she also took on any kind of alterations. It wasn't long before Irmi had traded an old sewing machine for Lotti on the black market. She had given her earrings for it.
In general, the sisters could not have been more different.
Lotti was always elegantly dressed. Costume, preferably in a shade of yellow, matching hat, gloves. Even in the summer. Irmi loved her old trousers and the washed-out green yoke she had worn in the beginning when working in the fields, which she had taken on with a farmer. One graceful and small, the other tall and stout.
Only two things, they both had in common. Their almost water-blue eyes and a fondness for 4711.
After Lotti opened a small tailor shop and also started making hats again, the two of them moved into a tiny cottage.
The smell when you entered, I'll never forget it. Everywhere in the small rooms were small bowls, in which small cotton balls lay. These were regularly soaked with the cologne.
This tangy fresh, a very little bit bitter note of orange and lemon, this fine herbaceous spice, the slight hint of lavender, embraced a summer as winter.
And they always smelled of it, too. Lotti always put a few spritzes on her handkerchief and then dabbed her forehead and neck. Irmi was less complicated. She would take the bottle and put a few drops on her décolleté. And if then only a soft reverberation on the skin lay, was immediately nachgelegt.
When I visited them as a child, my chocolate mouth was wiped with it, if I had an abrasion it was used to clean the wound and I think they also used it as a mouthwash additive. In any case, a good shot of it was always put in the little bowl of ironing water.
That was a long time ago, but when I smell the scent today, refreshing myself with it in the summer, it's an incredibly nice feeling. And then there are somewhere also Lotti and Irmi.
After months of trekking, and they and the horses were simply too exhausted to move on, they were assigned a room with a war widow in a small northern German town. Welcome, they were not there.
That changed only after Lotti began to sew clothes from old uniforms, sheets and blankets. So slowly she made a name for herself in the place with that. Especially since she also took on any kind of alterations. It wasn't long before Irmi had traded an old sewing machine for Lotti on the black market. She had given her earrings for it.
In general, the sisters could not have been more different.
Lotti was always elegantly dressed. Costume, preferably in a shade of yellow, matching hat, gloves. Even in the summer. Irmi loved her old trousers and the washed-out green yoke she had worn in the beginning when working in the fields, which she had taken on with a farmer. One graceful and small, the other tall and stout.
Only two things, they both had in common. Their almost water-blue eyes and a fondness for 4711.
After Lotti opened a small tailor shop and also started making hats again, the two of them moved into a tiny cottage.
The smell when you entered, I'll never forget it. Everywhere in the small rooms were small bowls, in which small cotton balls lay. These were regularly soaked with the cologne.
This tangy fresh, a very little bit bitter note of orange and lemon, this fine herbaceous spice, the slight hint of lavender, embraced a summer as winter.
And they always smelled of it, too. Lotti always put a few spritzes on her handkerchief and then dabbed her forehead and neck. Irmi was less complicated. She would take the bottle and put a few drops on her décolleté. And if then only a soft reverberation on the skin lay, was immediately nachgelegt.
When I visited them as a child, my chocolate mouth was wiped with it, if I had an abrasion it was used to clean the wound and I think they also used it as a mouthwash additive. In any case, a good shot of it was always put in the little bowl of ironing water.
That was a long time ago, but when I smell the scent today, refreshing myself with it in the summer, it's an incredibly nice feeling. And then there are somewhere also Lotti and Irmi.
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What is time
When we met you were
Sparkling and charming
You seemed
Fresh and reliable
You had
Pepper and wit
You loved
Earth and herb
You wore
Suit and jeans
You were
Spice and life
You liked
Smoke and wood
You showed
Style and nonchalance
You knew
Wagner and Wacken
We have grown older
But nothing has changed ...
Sparkling and charming
You seemed
Fresh and reliable
You had
Pepper and wit
You loved
Earth and herb
You wore
Suit and jeans
You were
Spice and life
You liked
Smoke and wood
You showed
Style and nonchalance
You knew
Wagner and Wacken
We have grown older
But nothing has changed ...
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