Jürgen Theobaldy
 

Light cavalry

Behind his forehead battles
are raging that he escaped from.

With a hand full of leaves of grass
you lure it away, from the grass.

You are laying hands on, touching him
between his eyes.
Sensing the place of a skull
it looks upon.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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