lifeofothers.jpgOne day in blue-moon September,
silent under a plum tree,
I held her, my silent pale love,
in my arms like a fair and lovely dream.
Above us in the summer skies,
was a cloud that caught my eye.
It was white and so high up.
And when I looked up, it was no longer there.
Brecht: Erinnerung an die Marie A.
Life of others

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